Trippin'

Only two more sleeps before I go to the cities, which really is the start of my San Francisco vacation. It's crazy, but I'm almost as excited to spend the night at Red's sea green apartment and have lunch with her downtown on Friday as I am about leaving the state for five days. Maybe it's because Christina is going to be with me and she gets to hang out in Minneapolis...well, never. And the elliptical machine. God bless that elliptical machine. Minneapolis, San Francisco, and Tower all in one vacation. It's bound to be the shit!

I just finished my packing, except for all of the little last minute stuff like phone charger and make-up that have to wait until...well, the last minute. I really wasn't excited about this trip until just these last couple of days. I think the closer it's gotten, the more concerned I've become about traveling with three other people, rather than just Red like I'm used to. It's only natural for everyone to have their own agenda and list of must-sees and we don't really have a shitload of time. I worry about planning and touring ourselves to death. But now I've adopted a more relaxed "screw it" attitude. These girls are all laid back, and I got a bunch of cute new clothes, and we are going to tear that city up. And the Redwoods? Well, those Redwoods better be some special freakin' trees.

I just know I'm going to cry when I say goodbye to Nic and I'm already embarrassed. I'm typically unemotional but that just has not been the case lately. I've been crying about everything. Touching commercials, cheesy blogs, bad dreams, fond memories, and you KNOW that Jane's chimps getting polio set me over the edge. She had to shoot McGregor and I sniffled myself to sleep last night. Nic has suggested that I may be pregnant and, as much as I'd like to have an excuse for these ten pounds I've gained and CANNOT FREAKING LOSE, I think the economy-sized box of tampons I've gone through in the last four days shoots that theory. You're welcome for the extra-special glimpse into my life.

Working until five o'clock on Thursday just might kill me. I'm going to set a record for number of times looked at the clock in one day.