My mom says I have a nervous stomach, which was painfully evident all of today. Walking through the EMU, watching everyone read an article about youa is really really surreal.
It's weird when you get in contact with old friends and you still percieve them as the seven year old embodiment of their perfect little self...and you two were really good friends. I'm scared to actually see him in person because in my mind he's still the same guy, even though I know so much has changed in his life, and not for the better. Like that little perfect image will be shattered.
But amadan + cocktail party = this weekend. YAY!