I'm feeling the anxiety brought on by a mild case of surprisaphobia tonight, while I wait for my shirt to dewrinkle.
Though it's more than that. More than just a feeling that I'm not ready for certain surprises. Tonight, I'm also noticing an almost palpable certainty that if I'm not surprised, then the entire night will end up being a waste of time.
So yeah, it's kind of a lose-lose situation if I go. I should probably just let fear win and keep me at home. But I won't.
Wish me luck.