Not Much Time Left Now

I walked around for 8 miles with my fully packed backpack.  My iPod is almost ready.  Money belt still hasn't come in the mail.  Just reserved my NY City hostel, but my friend in NY says it's in a terrible part of the city.  Hmmm, maybe I'll never even make it to Europe.  We have most of our various tickets by now.  I've been on the computer since I woke up, almost four hours ago, haven't eaten yet, can't think, organizing my dramatic "Final Email."  Why do I do all of this to myself?  Why do I care so much?  I'll better update you from NY, if I don't get mugged on the way to my hostel.