Gah.
A few nights ago, I woke up from a deep sleep, and immediately started to think about moving to San Francisco, and had what was very close to a panic attack. It's so close to the move, and I feel like I have barely done anything. And I really haven't done anything, by any measure. Next week I tell my work that I am leaving in April, and soon after
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Seriously though, don't panic man, I left everything until the last minute, and it all worked out okay. Procrastination is where it's at!
I'll punch you in the face if it helps...you know I love to help...
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Nah, I'm not worrying too much. I'm weird with emotions. I don't really have them, then, every once in a while, they sneak up on me like that night. Then I beat them back inside with a stick.
I'm sure I will be good. If not...then I will chalk it up as a life lesson and come back to Chicago. I don't hate it here or anything.
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Hahaha, I'm weird with emotions too. No seriously, outside of LJ, I don't actually have any, that's why my journal is so emo. Plus, in real life, I'm a robot. A sex robot.
It'll be awesome. It'll be so ace that your head will probably explode from even trying to comprehend the awesomeness for even one second.
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