It's Thursday. That means tomorrow is Friday, and I can't wait.

I just got back from having lunch with my brother. It was fun. He came and took me and Bergen, he is still at work with me, to get a sandwich and we went to a park nearby. Bergen was running around, but now I think that he is hurting. Too much too soon. But it was fun none the less.

I just realized that I have 8 days until I leave for Italy. I still have so much to do and I am so excited. This weekend I have to go return and exchange some stuff my mom bought me last weekend, find a nice pair of shoes, I am leaning towards Dansko's but I need something I can wear at night too, and get everything ready for BF. It seems like a lot, not to mention I have to pack. I did see my passport this morning, l so that's one less worry. I found it when I pulled some panties out of my underwear drawer. Don't tell anyone its there. I know its an un-original place, but I had to keep it safe when we moved, and I have never moved it.

I still have the remains of the migraine, and last night I took two of the pills again and I felt so groggy. It was funny. But then I felt like I had a hangover this morning, and still had a headache. Boo hoo me, I know.

I called my mom earlier today and we had a nice chat about travel arrangements to the airport. At the end of our conversation she says to me, "I just want you to know if something happens to one of us the rest are still going on the trip." I'm like WTF? I asked her what she means, and she says that if something were to say happen to her or my sister or someone that everyone else will still go. Great, now I am freakin' out. I told my brother and he said "Why would she say that, and why would she tell you, you worry the most." It's true, I worry so much that I get physical symptoms of my worry. Mostly just diarreah, yes I said it, but it's true. And when I got off the phone with my mom, it started. This is just like me. Tell me something dreadful and I will get ill over it.

Got to get some stuff done.