in civilization, as i like to call it. then …oh god i can’t wait for everything to just be over. tonight starts the usual “pre-flight freakout” only this time it’s going to be about 50 million times worse for any number of reasons…yay!
i’ll finish up packing — i’ve been so-so on it so far — and freak out and twitch and wait and stare at the clock and repack and shower and stare at the clock and then nearly collapse in a state of complete exhaustion(of course, this part won’t occur until it’s just about time to finally leave for the airport. of course.).
and then tomorrow: day of travel/suckage
there’s a layover in cincinnati and that always makes me freak the fuck out because logan airport is not exactly trustworthy or reliable when it comes to making sure you make your connecting flight. oh yeah…i can just see the panic attack i’m about to have…
nice.
all i can really worry about today and till at least halfway through the day tomorrow is whether or not we’re going to make it to denver, if we get that far (god, i hope we do. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease gods of air travel, please!)…well, then i have a whole slew of other lovely things to worry about.
like…
- baggage getting lost (or sent to the wrong airport…again!)
- the boy meeting my mother-thing
- being in a confined space with the boy and my mother-thing for the 300+ mile drive home
- traffic sucking all the dicks of failure and not getting to swinktownville in time for the buttnugget’s concert
- the whole “meet the parents” crap
- weather in colorado being the utter suck
- the boy hating everything about it and us still having like fucking days left there
and so on…and so on…and so on…and motherfuckin’ so on…
someday i want to either:
a.) get a debilitating drug habit
or
b.) figure out a way to shut off my brainmeats
it’s really an either/or situation…really, i’d be fine with any solution at this point. f-i-n-e fine.
of course there are some good points to going home, there really are, and i’m trying to keep those in the forefront of everything:
- getting to see the buttnugget — oh my god he’s 12 today! TWELVE! oh my god…
- getting to see gravy and kimmers (hopefully) and fran and friends
- getting to chill with the uncles (and hopefully see ruben’s sexxy-ass mustang in action)
- seeing the daddy and hanging out (probably getting teh usual on sunday)
- being in decent, non-humid weather for a change
- seeing my coca (yay!)
- real, delicious delish, mexican food
so…i just have to keep focusing on that. and hoping that everything goes well travel-wise…
::fingers crossed::
