Really. I should. In 12 days my feet will touch the dust for the first time. I'll finally be there, I'll finally be home. My costumes are all over the place (including the mail), I still don't know how the hell I'm getting my tent out there, and I have mountains of stuff to do before I can go. Instead of freaking out, I have this incredible serenity about me. It will be okay. It will be okay. It will be okay. I may not have a tent, but I'll have my Gothic Anubis costume. I may not know where I'm getting a bike, but I've got the EL wire thing covered. I wake up every morning with an amazing focus. It will be okay. It will be okay. It will be okay.