One week....

So, I've decided that I really should get cracking on some stuff. I should be reading some chapters right now, so that I won't get behind. I should be balancing my checkbook to make sure I stay on track with my budget for the rest of the semester. I should be getting some sleep, since I haven't managed to go to bed before midnight in nearly a month.

Somehow, I know that, once again, I will not be doing any of these things. I'm too keyed up. I'm crazy. I'm giddy. I have less than one week until I am physically in the place where my heart and all of my thoughts are! One week!

Is it terrible that I can't think about anything else at all? I don't want to come down from this. I don't want to be grounded in the reality of my day to day existence fourteen hours from Matt. It's so funny, though, because we manage to talk constantly, and I've never been happier. Except, of course, when we are together. Which we will be, again, in less than one week!