It's still hours left until I'm going to meet with a bunch of strangers.
I'm feeling apprehensive, but also oddly calm.
I don't know what will happen during the get-together.
If I'll be welcomed or shunned.
If I'll find a comfortable spot to sleep, or have to leave early.
Those things, and more, doesn't matter.
I will be there, and if they find me lacking in anyway, be it clothing, experience or appearance, then I say it is their loss. I know my worth, and I can guess my potential. If they ... well never mind.
The one thing that does bother me right now, is my meds.
I'm sure they (or rather, one of 'em) will mess things up for me if all else goes peachy.