21 days and counting.

I'm not one to stress out about things that much. No, really. I'm not. I don't really freak out that much, it's usually just a lot of whining and some sleepless nights.

But holy crap. I'm stressed. And scared. And always about to cry.

Luckily, Im too tired to lay awake at night and worry.

Today I took my flask out of my dresser drawer and put it on top of my dresser. As a reminder of what I will be doing in 22 days.