and so is my blood pressure. I'm a bundle of nerves. I've kept this dumb secret since February so heck, what's another few hours?
Again, if I can survive this, I can survive anything.
Two hours, seventeen minutes to go.
Breathe deep. Count to ten... and maybe I should go get dressed. Just in case I pass out and 911 has to be called. I want to look good for the paramedics.