Mar. 9th, 2007 | 01:13 am
Auugh! Why am I so fucking anxious about this weekend? The plan was originally to get to Maine three minutes before Sara lands, meet her in the terminal (with flowers from the newsstand), and then enjoy two days of skiing.
Her plane was delayed, though, so I don't know when she'll get in. I need to take a skiing lesson for the first three hours of the ski trip. These are somewhat unexpected (not completely unexpected) and they are not really any kind of big deal, so I don't think they have much to do with the anxiousness (especially since the anxiousness has been lingering for the majority of the week). They're still sort of bummers, though.
But still. What the fuck's with this nervousness? I'm probably just such a fucking scaredy cat.
Her plane was delayed, though, so I don't know when she'll get in. I need to take a skiing lesson for the first three hours of the ski trip. These are somewhat unexpected (not completely unexpected) and they are not really any kind of big deal, so I don't think they have much to do with the anxiousness (especially since the anxiousness has been lingering for the majority of the week). They're still sort of bummers, though.
But still. What the fuck's with this nervousness? I'm probably just such a fucking scaredy cat.
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Mar. 9th, 2007 | 03:59 pm
Oh my god. What if I really did quit my job?