Tomorrow will be the first time I will have seen my ex-girlfriend in over a year.
And if I'm going to be totally honest with myself (which why wouldn't I, it's my fucking blog), I'd say that I'm cool. Calm. Collected.
I was expecting butterflies, bundles of nerves, bloody nubs where my fingernails used to be, or even my meeting tomorrow to be the only thing occupying my thoughts all day.
But it really hasn't. I would be lying if I didn't say that I am a bit excited, but certainly not to the degree I would have expected.
It will certainly be interesting to see what happens tomorrow.