I had planned to post a pompous description of the road ahead, and how I was totally going to man up. That plan has gone to hell.
To be honest, I'm really fucking nervous. I've got that 'butterflies in my stomach'
sensation at the moment. I can feel my well of grim determination lurking around in the background, ready to reveal itself when I need it, but until then it's happy to let me suffer.
It's like that feeling just before the third round in Soul Calibur. You've won one and lost one. This is the one that counts.