Tomorrow, again, I get to face my biggest phobia. Not many people get to do this as regularly as I do, but then again most people aren't as lucky to have as many nightmares as I get to have in the weeks building up to the big day.
Tomorrow, I'm getting on an airplane. I'm going home for Easter, and while I dive around my room shoving things in to my bag, I'm wondering why the hell I chose to move somewhere that takes 9 hours on a train and ferry to get home, and only 40 minutes on a plane?
Tomorrow, at 8.50am, I'm getting on a plane, and the thought of it is scaring the life out of me.
Luckily, I'm still got some lovely, tasty, yummy Valium left over from when I threw myself down some stairs just after Christmas. So that will be hopefully taking the edge of it, when I'm up in the air in less than 12 hours time. Urgh.
In the meantime, I'm trying to distract myself by packing most of my bedroom into my rucksack and listening to the Doug Anthony All Stars on a very loud loop. It's not helping.