Packing is done, I've been up since about 6 am cleaning my sewing room and shoving massive amounts of fabric into my 1 suitcase. Things left to do: return left over fleece and buy a yard or so more elastic at Hancock, go to bank to deposit paycheck, get gas, pray that I can find an easy parking spot by Dana's apartment, call around for ride to hotel.
I feel nauseated. This day is going to suck hardcore. I already warned my boss and co-workers that I probably won't shut up about Vegas all day. Dana said she's going to slap me if I do it too much. Which is fine. I need that. I also need a relaxant of some sort. If I don't, I'm going to pass out and not make it to Vegas. I can't eat when I'm this nervous, and if I don't eat bad things will definitly happen. I've been thinking of safe foods to eat, the only thing that comes to mind is powerade. That isn't food. I was craving a cheeseburger this morning but I don't think I can stomach it.
My boss thought she was doing me a favor by putting me on the schedule from open to close today, so I can get as many hours in as I can before I'm gone for a week. Great. Thanks Dana. Really. I hope it's busy as fuck, I really don't want to sit around twidling my thumbs and reading Star magazine.