I am getting my things together for my vacation trip. Our flight leaves tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn. I'm not happy about the whole flying situation or the early hour in which it will take place. I have always hated to fly. It's just something that has to happen every now and then.
It's been nice knowing ya.
I'm sure it will be ok, but if I never update again, you'll know it wasn't.
Nah... I'm sure I'll be ok. I've got too much stuff to do in life for it to all be over. Right?
I've got to get with it. I have a lot to do. I'll be updating while I'm on this trip. I'm taking the laptop with me. It will be my carry on luggage. I dread dragging it around all day tomorrow, but what are ya gonna do?
I just got off the phone with my guy from Philly. He always makes me laugh and feel better about things that I'm dreading.
Ok. I must go now. I have to drop Abby's poor, unsuspecting ass off at the boarding kennel. She's going to hate it. For a whole week. Poor Abner.
Wish me luck! No firey crashes!! Flying is safer than driving, right?
Flying is not dangerous. It's the crashing that's dangerous.