know what?

i was right... of all the messages left for me today... not a single one of them important or something i could do nothing about... so... i dont feel bad that the thought impared people around me are probably freaking out about things like "when is everyone getting here" and "what should i wear... what are you wearing"

i possibly have a friend comming down from boston to join in the fun which i am terribly excited about but NOT terribly excited that it would be for tonight and not tomorrow because we will get out of the movie around 1:30am and i cant see us booze hounds not running across the street to try to make last call... where... i will probably throw down a few shots of tequila as fast as i can than have to drive to boston and back and get home around 4am and try to fall asleep (which has been so fucking hard lately) and get up to go to work in the morning only to go to the second night of the premiere on oh... say 2-3 hours of sleep. (i need at least 10 to not wake up with a pounding migraine and try to kill the first living thing i see)

so... im going to cross my fingers and stick them in someones eye if they ask me ONE MORE STUPID THING.

oh... and nathan gets here in 7 days. i was talking to him at the exact projected moment of his arrival... the airline tells him 2:17pm... i cant fucking wait.
but... im going to down a bottle of... something... anything i can find made to take headaches away (thou im absolutly not supposed to) i need it for the sake of not suffering a break down when i walk in the door and i hear my name from 19 different people at once.