Disturbing

I can't wait for Friday. I am really excited, but I am also deeply mentally disturbed because I can't stop thinking of bad shit that might happen. Of course it is stupid, and even if something bad happens there is nothing I can do about it, so worrying and fretting doesn't do a goddamn thing except flair my ulcer and make sleeping a challenge. I hate that I can't just be happy.
And, I am very excited and happy and I love travel and I love Disney and I love the awesome peeps were are going with, so it isn't that.
Maybe I will just stay drunk until we get there...