classes start tomorrow.
i'm listening to cold war kids, drinking tea, and trying not to vomit.
okay, i'm not that nervous.
i'm not, like, seventh-grade-piano-recital-nervous
where i was seriously concerned i would pee my pants in front of the baby grand
and have to shout "but i'm not due for months!" to cover up my embarrassment,
running off the stage as quickly as my platform heels would allow me.
i'm a normal level of nervous that automatically comes with learning a new campus
in the center of a new, big city
i'm also still in the process of figuring out.
and GG snuggles
and day old overpriced spinach + grilled chicken pizza
and the reminder that i have a pretty rad support system
as quantified by my refrigerator.
i think i can, i think i can, i think i can...
p.s. hope everyone affected by hurricane irene is safe as houses. scary weather = the worst.