T-minus 1 hour, 30 minutes
I'm getting that lovely tingly anticipatory feeling all over. I'd call it butterflies, but any feelings of tiny wings in my abdominal region have been overridden by the huge can of lentil soup i consumed during that 3 hour conference call. At least i'm not leaving on an empty stomach. I really don't know how i'm gonna make it through this weekend with NO MONEY. the lovely folks over in payroll decided that i didn't really need my check, so it's only by the grace of the office manager that i'll be able to make rent next week. that's ok. i didn't really want to eat for the next couple of days anyway. maybe i can make a sign and panhandle when i get to washington. it'll say "victim of the system" and i'll make sad faces at people in the metro station.