I think I'm broken.
Twenty-four hours from now, I will be on my way to Orlando to meet my two DFs for a week in the World. A week of characters, CMs, food, attractions, shopping, and spending time with two of my most favorite people.
And I'm not feeling excited.
Oh, I'm not saying I don't want to go. I do. But I don't feel the giddiness I would have expected 24 hours out. I'm not walking around with a big grin on my face. I just feel tired.
A lot of it is probably the 3am-wake-ups and not being able to fall asleep again. And even more of it is probably being disappointed that I wasn't able to edit my first chapter for the writing contest I've mentioned as thoroughly as I wanted. But I knew I'd regret not entering more than I would entering with a, to my mind, unfinished product. So I trundled off to the post office during my lunch break (which I'm still on, actually) and sent off my packet. And of course I double-checked my credit card statement online last night (I purchase most things using my credit card and pay it off each month to get rewards points)--a necessary task, but it means I've had to readjust my planned budget for while we're there. And the adjustment isn't cause for

. Then I got a phone call from my apartment office because a resident had some of my mail. Called the resident directly to find out she'd accidentally paid one of my bills. Of course I'll reimburse her, but it's just another thing I have to deal with, and part of me now wonders how concerned I need to be about identity theft. Grr.
So the cause of my depression really doesn't have anything to do with the trip (well, with the exception of the budget). It's just that the trip, twenty-four hours out, isn't enough to overcome my depression.
So like I said: I think I'm broken.
I did perk up a little after finding the closest health food store to our hotel and printing out the driving directions. I plan to pick up a few items that help keep my digestive system happy. (Yeah, you don't need any more info on that.

) They're liquid, so they wouldn't travel well. Feeling somewhat better about this tiny thing does assure me I'll become excited again--at the very least, when I see my DFs.
Right now, it just kinda sucks that I'm not feeling thrilled.
Oh, and on a side note, I finally made my LGMH Dis tag to put on my sling bag. It's not nearly so cute as Charleston Princess's. But at least I have one.
Crud. Not feeling enthused about that, either. Sigh.
We'll check in again tomorrow before I fly out.