It's coming. .. I leave for Atlanta in 5 days. My cousin's taking me to the airport for an 11:59pm flight. Because it would just be too weird to put it one minute later. I've been packing a lot into this week: grocery shopping, last minute clothes, a dance club in SF with a couple friends (I fucking cage danced, people!) But tomarrow is the day I'm the happiest for, and the most anxious for (besides the flight...never flown alone.) I'm seeing a friend tomarrow; an important friend. (I should really give him a name...) Being that he's the one I bought the drums for, we'll just call him "Drummer Boy." (cliche I know) I'm anxious to see him, and talk to him; see his reaction. I text him the other day to see how he was and see if we could get together before I leave. He said yes, and said Monday. When I told him I was considering a move to ATL, he said he'd never been there so couldn't really say much about it. That's fine and everything, but to be honest, I was hoping for some kind of notion that he might miss me, even just a bit. We've been friends for at least 8 years, I miss him whenever I don't see him (which is often, he's busy a lot) and he's always been there when I need him. I like to entertain the thought that he'd miss me if I move. I would definetly miss him. As for tomarrow (technically today in about 11 1/2 hours), I just hope I get a huge smile, a big hug, and a good hour (for him and I) with him.
Off to laundry, bed and whatever cool word you can think of to mean "getting rid of all this freaking anxiety."
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