Anticipations.

Just about packed for the weekend except for lunch, toiletries, and bus ride music. Which means most of the worry's gone, and all that's left is restless anticipation - and the occasional spot-check, like when I remember I need extra batteries for my MP3 player. Also writing down directions to and from the bus stop, but that's hardly making sure to bring enough socks and underwear.

It's not going to be real until I'm stepping into the hotel lobby. Until then, it's just nerves.