For real?

My bag is packed.

My laundry is almost done drying.

The trash has been emptied.

The dishwasher's loaded.

Soon the only thing left to do will be to take a shower and go to bed, so that I can wake up tomorrow and jet off to Atlanta.

Atlanta, where I will be meeting up with my buddy Max.

Atlanta, where I'll also have a mini-reunion with my other friend Michael.

Atlanta, where I will be staying until Monday.

Atlanta, where I will attend WrestleMania for the first time.

This is something I've wanted to do since the age of five or six, so it's kind of mind-blowing that it's finally happening.

I know I'm gonna be absolutely overwhelmed when the show opens, but in the best possible way.

Other than that, I'm not really sure what to expect. But I am bringing a journal with me, so hopefully I'll be able to come back here and recap a bit.

In the meantime, I'll be signing off until I return.

Let the Mania begin!