T- a little over 2 hours and counting

I start my new job (!!!) at 8:00 this morning. God willing and the lakes don't rise to engulf the isthmus, I won't screw it up irrevocably.

Oh fraaaak meeeeeee...

Coffee, dry hair, 74 metro, Middleton, work. I am so nervous I could blow up. Blow up, mind, as in disappear in a burst of pure jitters, not throw up. Some things are too much even for me. All the same, good lord, I'm quaking!

I'll let everybody know how things went when I get home this afternoon. I'm fairly certain I'm going to be wrecked, though I may be the sort of babbly hyper that comes with adrenaline not yet having worn off. Fair warning; it could go either way. Anyway, I'll clue people in once today's over. Then I expect I'll crash and zonk.

Just so long as I don't crash and burn between now and then! Aaaaaah...

Intellectually I know I'll be relatively okay, but my intellect and the rest of this loopy head of mine aren't communicating really well just at the moment. *gulps coffee, tries not to shake like a leaf*

If I miss the bus to Middleton, I might just die, right there in the middle of the square.