Making a List, Checking It Twice

I finally sat down today to make a list of things I need to pack (some of which are yet to be bought), and I started to freak out a little. I'm not sure I have room for everything I need (make that WANT) to take (as a notorious over-packer). I mean, what will the weather be like? What if I spill something on any or all of the few pieces of clothing I'm bringing? What about the new TSA regulations? What about the international regulations? What about the weight limits of the budget carriers? What if I overpack and regret it because I can't bring back enough souveniers? Would it be dumb to buy wine and check it in my luggage for the return flight? I DON'T KNOW!

Then again, I did make it through eight days in Germany with only one outfit in the dead of winter... I should be fine no matter what I take/don't take. This trip is supposed make me less neurotic, so I should just quit worrying about stupid shit like packing. It's not like I'm heading for rural Africa. This is Europe. It's civilized, and someone there will sell me whatever I may discover I need. (Okay, I've talked myself down from the packing stress ledge...)

I'm afraid the t-shirt project is languishing despite my good intentions. I keep hoping I can pull something out of my magic hat right before take-off, but things aren't lookin' too good at this point. If all else fails, I'll fucking buy undershirts and get out my Sharpie...

In the midst of all my pre-departure scrambling/worrying, I must tell you both, my fellow peanuts, how very excited I am to see you so soon! I can't believe it's less than a week until I pop my xanax and hop my transatlantic flight!