Two weeks notice

I remember when I started writing on this blog. I seemed like my trip was only going to happen after a million years, but now I'm only two weeks away from getting on a plane.
This last week I went out more than I should have. Actually, the problem is not going out and having a few beers, but getting home and having plenty more, that's the problem! Anyway, it was kinda warm and I was on the balcony listening to the SAME songs on my mp3 player and looking at the buildings in my neighborhood. Most lights were out, on the corner there was a couple of hookers trying to make ends meet. I couldn't stop thinking about one fucking thing the whole night and I wish I hadn't. I MUST go on this trip leaving all those bad things that happened to me behind and try to enjoy this whole thing the most. But I'm not sure it's going to be easy. I'm guessing 'no'...
I also got a little scared of those bombings... I know that here in Brazil it's not a piece oh heaven, but I don't know... Well, I gotta stop thinking about this too much.
In fact, I should stop thinking at all!!!! I'm sure this is the reason why Im still here!
If only I hadn't screwed things up...

PS: Looking forward to buying Foo Fighter's new album "In your honor"!