Thursday, January 3, 2008

Last Blog from the US...

...and I'm having a beer.

That may or may not be a good idea, as my stomach has been an absolute terror for the past few days (as it is wont to do when I am overstressed and underslept), but damnit, it's necessary. A shot of whiskey might follow, we'll see.

The bags are (more or less) packed. All that remains are the toiletries, as I fully intend to shower before spending the next 20 or so hours traveling. And, of course, the laptop. I am not typing this from inside a suitcase (though that would be an entertaining sight, to be certain).

The apartment is clean, including the bedroom. I hardly recognize the place.

The kitchen is covered in Post-its (hi A, yes, I am a freak, but at least you'll know where everything is).

The kitty is freaked. I know she sees the suitcases and is saying "What the fuck Mom, didn't you just get back??" I owe her, big time. I'll start with the can of "Tuna for Cats" that I picked up at Trader Joe's today. I'm such a pushover. And I'm not at all above bribing my cat with seafood to regain her affection after a 2+ week absence.

Me? Well, I'll be honest, I am completely freaking stressed out. My parents called earlier to check-in and wish me safe travels, and my dad could hear it in my voice. As I told them... when I am in the plane, above the Atlantic at cruising altitude, then I will relax.

Unless there's turbulence.

And the take-off and ascent? I'll be white-knuckled in my seat, breathing deeply, and doing my best outward impression of an individual who is not totally convinced that the plane is going to crash at any second.

I didn't used to be like this. I blame TV.

I am now trying to wind down. I've just copied a few last CDs to my computer, to be transfered to my lovely new Zune, and then I will shut down the computer, pack it in my carry-on, and curl up on the couch for some quality time with my equally stressed-out kitty.

It just occurred to me that I should move the fire extinguisher from its obscure location and put it somewhere more obvious.

Not that I think you're going to burn the house down A... but this is the girl who left you a three page letter on the coffee table.

I am such a nutcase.

Phew.

Right.

Time to call it a night kids! Think warm, fuzzy, non-plane-crashing thoughts for me tomorrow as your alarm clocks are going off! I'll be posting as often as possible, and I've got a few very lovely guest bloggers set up (and several more who haven't responded to my oh-so-typically-last-minute email), so you won't be completely without entertainment while I'm gone.

I shall miss you! Stay interesting! :)

xoxo
Froggy

5 comments:

distractedspunk said...

I'm so excited for you! Yayyyyy! Come back with pictures and stories.

ana said...

I'm so jealous.

Have a safe trip...and try not worrying so much. You'll be missed.

Jess said...

Have a great trip! I am so excited for the photos.

Deutlich said...

I'm just so excited for you!!!!

Ashley said...

"And the take-off and ascent? I'll be white-knuckled in my seat, breathing deeply, and doing my best outward impression of an individual who is not totally convinced that the plane is going to crash at any second."

We are twins.

I'm sooo excited for you!! Have so much fun! :)