8/14

The Calm Before the Storm

In less than 48 hours I will be on a plane to Madrid for an undetermined amount of time. The actuality of this event has really hit home within the past day or so. Although I have satisfied the necessities (what else do you need other than a passport and a ticket?), the small loose ends continue to elude my productivity. Even now, I'm making my first entry only to further procrastinate. Procrastination is not new to me, I honed my skills in college and like to think of myself as quite an efficient procrastinator. I procrastinate to the point of panic, then am able to pull myself together and get down to business. I suspect that this will be the case once again, I will call all those that I need to call, track down all pertinent contact info from those that I plan to stay in touch with, will clean up the kitchen after a night of good ol' Flegal (and friends) debauchery, call my credit card companies and alert them of my departure, get some form of exercise in, and then start the long competitive process of packing, pitting my favorite t-shirts against each other while keeping in mind their versatility, style, and "what does this shirt say about me?" characteristics. Ultimately, everything will work out, as it normally does but until then, I think I'll go watch some tv. It's not lost on me the amount to which I will miss American television. How could you not love an industry that glorifies teenagers that live in mansions on the beach, talentless glory-seekers, and stupid human tricks. I am scared about what might happen to me without my nightly dose of ESPN. I have always considered the glue that holds my life together. I fear that it will be like removing the moon from our solar system. The ocean will go crazy, their will be no ebb and flow as monstrous tides devour the coasts and everything else in its pathway.