A day and a half to go

Almost done packing.

Song almost perfected. Almost, not quite. 

Target trip done, $40 gone on personal care items.

Room looks like a bomb hit it. 

So much laundry to do. 

Stress level rising. 

Wax?

Nails still need to be filled.

Evening gown still needs to be decided.

I feel like this is all coming in at the last minute and that I could not possibly be more stressed than I am right now.

But then, I think about how all I'm going to be doing for the next few days is rehearsing in high heels and I have to hold back and scream of frustration. 

I'm not enjoying myself right now. Not at all.