Where Procrastination Meets Apathy - I won't care tomorrow.

     Four more days. It's my last week or work before my trip, my last set of days before a week of bliss. I'm buzzing, I'm excited, and I'm stoked. What can I say, it'll be great. Everyone's wishing me well, hoping I have a good time, worried about me at the same instance. You know what? I don't see how I could have anything but a blast.
     For those of you just tuning in and are not sure what I'm going on about here's the deal - my sweetie, who I have yet to meet (read: Goober is a big dork), lives in Hawaii. I'm going to Hawaii on Thursday. I'm flying out there for the sole purpose of meeting her. I've known Chaimi for about a year, talked with her on the net, had many long phone conversations, and exchanged pictures and well-wishes over webcams. Flying out to meet someone I've met on the net isn't a new thing. Flying out to meet someone I hope to start a relationship with is.
     Am I nervous? Not a bit. Excited? Definitely. I want things to work out, I think we'll have a blast, and we have so much in common that I don't see any complications (except she must be smoking some illicet substance to think Alien 4 was better than Aliens.) I'd go into details about my plans but you'll probably get sick from the sticky sweetness of it all. When we're on the phone we sound like a couple of saps... and probably will look like a pair when I get out there.
     So, yeah, just happy about that. Wanted to post it, let everyone know, and just let you folks know that if I don't update this again by Sunday, January 18th, then my sweetheart turned out to be a psycho killer and I'm feeding sharks off the Maui coast. :D

     P.S.: I'm taking the camera with me, so expect a whole gallery of shots when I get back. ^_^ I know, it's premature, I'm not leaving yet... but who cares. WOO!