Okay, so perhaps I've had too much vodka tonight. Perhaps it's been honey-flavoured and perhaps My One True Love has mixed it carefully for me with .,with too many springs of mint and too much ice.
But I am FREEAKING EXCITED about going to Bahrain, baby! Bahrain! Next week! On a plane! For three months! Jeez, who wouldn't be excited about that?
Oh sure, I'm a bit nervous too. Nervous in the kind of way that spurs me on and makes me super efficient and scarily effective. And there's nothing like a bit of super-nervousness to make me perform like a trooper, that's for sure. I will be so supercharged by adrenaline that I can't fail to impress.
And if I stuff up, then - well seriously, how much damage can I do in three months? It's a win-win situation. I'm thinking of it as a controlled trial. Thank god for my optimistic outlook.
Now for the big challenge though - to ingest three months' worth of alcohol in the next 7 days .... (though I'm sure there's some kind of rule about drinking and blogging .. like drinking and dialling the old boyfriend ... better not to ... oops, too late .....)