jocelynn

And so it begins: anxiety.

Whenever I have a big trip planned, I don't sleep for days before I leave. The first time I went to Europe, I was up for some 60-odd hours the journey back. Before I left for my backpacking adventures when I was 17, I didn't sleep the two nights before I left. I leave for Ecuador on Monday evening, and last night I was jolted awake not two hours after I fell asleep by a nightmare; I dreamt that Pokes and I were at the casino and he was blowing his entire paycheque at roulette tables and was quite happy with himself about it (wtf? he doesn't play roulette, but we were at the casino last night, tho he won money!)... After a few hours of tossing I got out of bed and tried, in vain, to lull myself into a slumber with Saturday morning cartoons. I finally crawled back into bed with Pokes around 9ish, where I drifted in and out of sleep dreaming about trying, and failing miserably, to converse with Ecuadorians in Spanish.

Auuuugh.

Maybe I should stop drinking giant bubble teas right before bed.