It's getting worse. Oh, gods, it's getting worse. I don't think I'm gonna be able to afford from-home snacks, my jeans don't fit 'cause I'm a moron so I had to get an embarrassingly baggy pair maybe I just won't be Locke this year, I still have to fix up that MP3 I bought for karaoke, I gotta get a new wig if I am Locke, gotta figure out a game plan on how to get to the hotel without getting lost or arriving a nervous wreck, omigaaaaaaaaaaaawd I'm so glad I'm on medication or else I wouldn't sleep at ALL.
(pant pant pant hyperventilate pant deep breath pant gasp) I can safely say I need my mommy and daddy.