Flying

Flying makes me nervous. Not the part about a huge aircraft floating in the air, no I'm fine with that. It is the fact that I may miss my flight. And, for traveling as much as I do, I'm surprised I don't have an ulcer from all the stress...

So, Tuesday, the day before my flight to New York, I started to stress a little. No big deal, just planning for any little thing that could go wrong...

Driving: there could be traffic.. 1.5 hours.

I need to get gas: there could be a line... half an hour.

I want to make sure I wake up on time: I set three alarms, starting at 6:15am, at the loudest volume and contemplate asking Courtney to set one, too.

Breakfast: I could be hungry when I wake up... half hour

What happened Wednesday morning...

I wake up before my arm clock(s) go off, I'm not the slightest bit hungry, no one is at the gas station, I get to work in 35 minutes, which means I sit (already checked my bags, already through security) for almost 2 hours at the airport.


Why do I do this to myself...

So, I'm bored at the airport, and the only thing I could think about was the lady who reeks of alcohol, snoring next to me and the guy singing and playing his guitar, apparently thinking American Idol tryouts were being held right then and there...