Current mood:	stressed
Current music:	Hollywood Whore - Papa Roach

It's finally happened. I always knew it would.

I'm having a Bad Day over here - my brain informs me that I'm not ACTUALLY having a breakdown and should stop... but that's not working. Can't stop shaking, keep packing then unpacking, am obsessively washing everything I own, and my clock watching is so excessive that I'm tempted to put a damn post-it over the corner of the screen and hide both my phones.

I'm off to Download tomorrow. I don't know when, or how, or with who - hell, some of my lot haven't even received their TICKETS yet. *deep breath*

*screams anyway* No, that's not helping. I really DON'T want to go on the train - with just my beers, tent and sleeping bag I can barely lift my bag... ugh I might go rock in a corner for a bit.

ETA: Crisis averted - am being picked up in the morning. *fans self and crosses fingers*