Nervousness.

If that happens to be a word, it is the shell of my existence at the moment. I leave for Britain in one week. Hopefully I don't die. But who am I kidding? I won't die. I am invincible. At least to British men and other foreign folk. I mean, I AM AMERICAN. Yeah, I doubt that is going to save me from a mugger, but you never know about those guys. Sometimes I feel I waste my life worrying. That isn't any kind of existence. But somehow I always end up doing the most amazing things through my nervousness. Anyways, until next time.

Thomas