BLEAH

I'm already pissed off, which sucks, because it's a beautiful day and I can't even enjoy it. Then the brain dead zombies at Wendy's forget the yummy crunchy bits that are supposed to go on my salad. Suck.

All set (I think)

I'm all packed. I've got what I need all in my suitcase. And it's *just* full, even with my emergency towel. I've got my two books (Return of the King for the trip out, Daughter of Fortune for the trip back). My stitching is in my suitcase, since I don't want to get hassled over nail clippers (instead of scissors) or stitching needles. I'm remarkably calm - usually getting ready for a trip turns me into a basketcase. I'm not sure why I'm calm this time, but I'll take it.

Now, to shower and crash into bed, and tomorrow sort out cds and head for the airport.

SMURFCHICK if you see this, I just noticed that the resend of my ticket info included changed flight numbers. I've e-mailed you the new stuff. I'll find you in baggage claim.