the day after

i didn't go to bed until 2 am, really tossing and turning for unexplained reasons. i was tired though. it wasn't hard to wake up and get ready for work this morning. something about it being friday that makes a difference. i still couldn't shake off the thoughts i had last night, but at least i felt a little calmer, less stressed out. this was going to be my last weekend before spain, and apart from going out tonight to meet up with college friends, i told myself i was going to stay low-key all weekend. to save energy and money for the trip. driving to work was relatively traffic-free, but at one point around the east 210 entrance i caught myself zoning out. probably not the best thing to do during the morning drive to work. a cop (no lie) was even behind me, but a quick glimpse at my speedometer - 67 mph - told me i was in no danger of getting pulled over. that would've just been the last thing i needed.

apart from everything that's happened this month, i am really looking forward to my trip. i have no set plans on what i want to see, who, ahem WHAT i want to do while i'm in spain. i just want to take in every second, every step i take there. take as many photos as i can. i'm debating whether to take a small camera that i can carry around everywhere, or the panasonic linux that will hang around my neck and scream "tourist" for all locals. fuck it, maybe i'll take both. i still can't believe i'm going. somewhere between the uk break-up email and my parents' health concerns, i managed to book a flight to spain. so unexpected, yet so worth it.