I did the typical meri thing and freaked out about 9,000 different things over the course of the evening, and, thus far, none of it has proved necessary. I swear I'm getting better, though. My freaking out ended much more quickly than normal, and I came up with some relatively sane solutions ("Ok, if you're panicking about which particular clothes to pack, just pack all of them. Well, more of them, at least. Put off the panicking until you get there."). I am getting to bed about an hour later than I wanted, but I really kind of expected that, so it works out. I'm not horribly prepared for the concall tomorrow, and I can't find my cell phone headset, but if that's the worst that happens, I'll survive. (Ooops. Sorry, slarti. It is officially my fault if things blow up sometime before Sunday night.)
And now, I finish my food and my drink, and go collapse into bed. G'night. 5 AM will be here soon.