I leave tomorrow for NYC. I am procrastinating finishing packing. Every time I think about how much money I have spent on the trip, I keep on thinking of how much more money I would have if I weren't going. Plus I could go meet Rachel at the airport if I weren't going. Dumb.

I'm very excited. I am so nervous that I am going to forget something or that something will go wrong with my luggage at the airport. I really wish that airplanes weren't so strict. It makes me not want to fly. If I could drive to NYC and it were feasible I would sooner do that.

Today has just kind of been a bit blah. I spent some time getting my room ready for when rachel gets home this week. I'm thinking I might not sleep tonight because I will be too worried about new york. How silly am I?