The Fear

What is wrong with me? I am heading off into the wide blue yonder, i.e. to the bus station, in two or three hours and I am nervous to the point of terror. Almost as if I was going to the dentist. Whereas months and months ago, when my Spanish was terrible, I would quite joyfully go off and explore strange places. I'm not even afraid of anything, I'm just afraid.

And pissed off. This seems to be the one weekend in forever that my lazy-ass friends are motivated to go out dancing. Typical.