Nothing is packed, only scattered in proximity to the suitcase, and I hope it all manages to get in there.
Plotting and planning.....don't think I'm thinking in advance. I'm trying, but I know I'll forget something anyway, just hoping it's not crucial.
Do I have to write in here every day? I have a journal I bought (which I will hate to use, because there's no spellcheck. I've ruined my spellcheck anyway, so I don't know why this is the convenient excuse. Just happens to be right now.)
I'm not afraid of the flying. I just don't want to have to sit next to anyone with baloney breath. That's happened too many times, and I might get out of control if that happens. You know....I might turn my head away for the leg of the flight that is baloney scented and I won't even look over. Except to go to the bathroom. Maybe. Bet I can hold it.
Take off. Twice. My eyes do that weird spin and dialate trick that Rico the parrot does so well. I love that feeling. I want to scream. I never do. But I certainly can't look at anyone while that's happening. Would be very embarrassing. Dialation like that is not nice public behavior.
(sigh.)
Back to bags and serious responsibility.
Monday, July 9, 2007
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