In 12 hours, I will be descending upon San Francisco to meet the other members of my volunteer group. It still doesn't feel real. It feels like the first few days of summer vacation always did, when it hasn't really hit you yet that you don't have to get up and go to school tomorrow. I imagine it'll feel real when I step off the plane in Bangkok and it's 90 degrees. Or maybe I'll just be the amazing stud I've always assumed I was and continue to be completely unfazed by this all. Though I kinda doubt that.
Handle it, son!