Have I ever mentioned how much I hate flying?

It's always the same. A few days before a big trip, I stop sleeping well. Then I get emotional, grumpy, and overwhelmed. I shut down and just want to be alone. I get irrational and worry about every last thing I might have not finished before I left. Then, the day of my trip, I am always physically ill. I usually get terrible stomach cramps, and I'm nauseous.

I leave Seattle in 8 hours. I have been sick all day. I have not packed. I'm exhausted. And to be honest, I'm just really mad at myself for booking such a crappy flight.

I'm already missing Jon.

I know as soon as I set foot in PA, I'll forget how miserable the journey there was. But in the meantime, I'm just going to wallow a little bit more.

I'll be back on Monday in time to see Jon's band, Owls to Athens, play their first gig at El Corazon!