I’ve done this twice now and I feel the same way on the morning of every time. Allow me to summarise: I am a mess. Americans are generally nice people, but I find the U.S Embassy daunting and scary. I don’t know why, I just do. I feel like they’re judging me. I feel like they think I’m a bad person and I have to convince them that I am not and I am actually quite a nice person but they won’t believe me unless I can provide proof in the form of three dozen sheets of paper of varying importance and an interview of such inconvenience that merely showing up should prove how eager I am to please them.

I think I’ll lay off the caffeine pills today, heart rate is increasing quite steadily on its own.