I leave for the airport in a few hours, and I am SO NERVOUS.

I’m petrified I’m going to make an ass of myself; that I’m going to do a horrible job; that the Soul Sucker will take one look at me and throw a hissyfit because I look more Jupiter than I do Los Angeles; that my flight information is wrong and I’m going to end up in Dubai; that I haven’t packed pants or bras. You name it, and I’m worried about it. My stomach hurts.

This is a (very bad) artist’s representation of what I look like right now:

Yes, I DO cast in a wedding dress. Don’t you?

Nervous.