May 13, 2008
Lots of freaking out about the summer going on over here.  I’m staying up crazy hours writing elaborate lists and generally freaking out over things I can’t control, like “what happens when I get off the plane in Dubrovnik and there are no little old ladies holding signs saying ‘sobe’ like every travel message board on the internet says there are and I have to sleep on the street and I get robbed on my very first day of backpacking oh my God I can’t go through getting robbed backpacking again, it was too traumatic last time, wait, did I photocopy my passport and email it to myself yet? CRAP forgot to get international driver’s license, Jesus, the dollar sucks today and I have to read four books by next Saturday and where was I supposed to go to get a German cell phone and are they even open on Sundays AAAAAAHHHHH.” Stuff like that. 

Lots of freaking out about the summer going on over here.  I’m staying up crazy hours writing elaborate lists and generally freaking out over things I can’t control, like “what happens when I get off the plane in Dubrovnik and there are no little old ladies holding signs saying ‘sobe’ like every travel message board on the internet says there are and I have to sleep on the street and I get robbed on my very first day of backpacking oh my God I can’t go through getting robbed backpacking again, it was too traumatic last time, wait, did I photocopy my passport and email it to myself yet? CRAP forgot to get international driver’s license, Jesus, the dollar sucks today and I have to read four books by next Saturday and where was I supposed to go to get a German cell phone and are they even open on Sundays AAAAAAHHHHH.”

Stuff like that.