the eve has arrived

The countdown is virtually over. Here we are. I haven't waited for anything as much in a very, very long time...so you'd think I'd be a bit more peppy today, or in fact more jittery and anxious than I have been in the weeks leading up to this, but in fact at 14h00 it has already been a long day, I'm more tired than usual, the weather is Les Miserables, and a headache and general blahhhhness has descended. Even contemplating canceling the pedi appointment in favour of going home to take a nap, which is very un-Myr like.

I hope I'm not coming down with something...please not now...

But such is the mode of the day and I'm not really sure why. Some news of last night may be in part the culprit, but it wasn't that bad and besides may not even work out as expected. I mean, 24 hours from now I'll be at (2nd home) Schiphol waiting with bated breath to board (or at least spanning the mags for a the new Brit Cosmo/Vogue/Glamour). Hmm suppose I'll take the train this time around (NO TRAM THOUGH...never ever again the tram with luggage).

Maybe it's lack of cake. I didn't get any birthday cake this year. Or perhaps it's just a lack of endorphin-inducing food in general and too much of the caffeine/guarana cocktail.

I DID receive one of the funniest presents I have ever receive in the mail today from Mr. Fab JJ, and I laughed and laughed. That boy is ADD-hepped-up-on-fabulousness-crazy and I love him for it.

What is WRONG with me?? MEH! I mean, I'm leaving in less than 24 hours to see two of my favourite people on the PLANET, what more could I ask for? Cake.

That's it I'm going to go boot myself into a happy mood and will be back when I have something exuberantly happy and fantastic to say.