I got up an hour ago, at about 2:30am, freaking out over the fact that I'm leaving for Europe in about 18 hours. I've been packing for an hour now, because I can't get back to sleep. I also cleaned out the fridge, swept the floors, and folded laundry. And I drank half a bottle of Pepto Bismal. Yum! I have to admit, I hate flying - I'm not afraid of flying, I just hate the whole miserable process of it. Security checks and pat-downs, the smell of the corridors, disgusting bathrooms (why can't women pee into the toilet instead of all over it?), screaming babies (and adults), cramped seats and strange elbows "accidentally" slamming into my waist to make me give up the arm rest, that horrible pain in my lower back after just an hour of sitting at some oddly reclined angle... I've never minded the food, though, even when it was really bad. Maybe because it's the only thing not shrieking into a cellphone or bouncing up and down the aisles.
Time to try to sleep again. Next post will be on the other side of the ocean.