Between juggling the madness of work and procrastinating with my own personal errands, I am getting very anxious as his arrival counts down to a little over 24 hours.

In the span of the last 72 hours, I'd gone through feeling overly affectionate, indifferent, completely detached to nervously over-anxious. There's definitely no changing his mind about coming to KL now. Flight tickets are in his hands, hotel's been booked, and a kg of Vegemite's been specially ordered. Tsk... Ugh, not for me of course!

Aieeeks. What've I gotten myself into??