The Night Before The Most Important Day Of Your Life…
…is harrowing, to put it lightly.
Let’s tick off the most obvious by-product and get it out of the way, shall we? There’s going to be no sleep tonight whatsoever, so there.
Instead, you’re going to spend all night trying real hard not to think about tomorrow, and worse still, not form imaginary situations in your head. You will oscillate between feeling breathless and feeling bloated with a sudden urge to scream (or throw up, as the case may be). Every sound will have you cocking your ears and every slight movement will justify further investigation. Anything, to keep you from thinking about tomorrow.
You then try deciding other factors about tomorrow. What you should wear, for instance, but the jitters in your stomach get unbearable so you stop. Social Media comes to your rescue for a while before its sheer meaninglessness makes it impossible for you to open the next click-bait story(?).
You try enticing the elusive snooze fairy but she just scoffs. So you just toss and turn long enough to find the most comfortable position to not sleep in.
Ecstatic, you yank your phone out from under the pillow, forgetting all about the most comfortable position. If you’re lucky, it’s someone you’d like to text for a while; but most likely it’s just Vodafone or a notification for something you didn’t want to be notified about.
You sigh and glance at the time on the screen. You notice it’s just past 3 am and every you-know-what film you’ve ever watched takes centre stage in your mind’s eye.
Now that makes two things you’re trying not to think of.
So you give in to your fate and go back to oscillating between feeling breathless and feeling bloated with a sudden urge to scream (or throw up, as the case may be). The rest follows in a increasingly irritating vicious circle as the night moves on at a viscous pace.
Guess what? Tonight’s that night. Wish me luck.