  Well, the time is almost here. 9:31pm tomorrow night, I will be getting off a plane in Atlanta to finally meet him in person. He has called me every night the past 5 nights, (he did miss Saturday, but that was because he fell asleep, and we chatted on the internet so that counts) we have talked about what we will do while I am there and how nervous I am. Yes, I am nervous and the more I think about it the worse it is. I have an upset tummy, a headache and I can't concentrate. Last night he and I talked and after we hung up, I laid there. Staring at the ceiling, I dozed off and on, but I kept looking at the freaking clock. I have never done anything like this before, believe it or not, and you wouldn't believe the thoughts that go though your mind.
(Will it? What if? Will I? Will He? ) urlLink J says I should take a Dramamine and wash it down with a shot of Vodka, yes, that will make me relaxed, but I don't want to fall into the guys arms and pass out...not good! I know I will be fine....as soon as I see him...as soon as I touch him....as soon as I...... 
