freaking out a bit

One month to go. That's, like, five weeks, right? No, just over four. Well, that's not so bad either. Until I looked at the calendar and saw that I'll actually be leaving my house in 3.5 weeks. Shit. 3.5 weeks. I still have a lot to do. A lot. It's time to make lists. Lots of lists.

No, I won't subject you to them. I might just be freaking out a bit more frequently.