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Well, the count down has begun. I always get a little nuts just before I have to get on an airplane. The damn things freak me out. Doesn't matter how many times I fly, I still hate it. I will never get used to it. I am so NOT looking forward to my ears going all nuts on the landing, and it taking at least two hours for them to pop and depressurize my damn brain. On a good note - I will have the laptop with me. This is going to be so different from the many times where I've printed my work out so I can edit it. I can do it all from my new favorite toy. How friggin awesome and exciting is that? I bought an extra battery today, cost $150, but I am hoping it will be worth it. I am dipping into my emergency fund. Let's face it. A fourteen hour flight (which doesn't include connecting flights) requires more than a four hour battery life. And suddenly, my four hour battery is only good for about two anyway. WTF is up with that? It could wait until September to take a crapper, and I would only be slightly pissed. Doing it now, after only three months of usuage just pisses me off to no end. The pinched nerve is another irritant at the moment. I am having good days, and then days like yeterday hit, where I am almost in tears because it's so bad. This morning sucked, and like a complete idiot, I left my muscle relaxers at work. So I am hoping to sleep thru the night and drag my ass to work early so I can medicate myself. The trainer at the gym, DREW, I love him, told me that I shouldn't be doing any upper body weight training. Damn it all. I have three weeks to lose the ten pounds I am counting on before I hit the plane. This is just screwing my plan. Typical, I swear. Karma has come a calling and is biting me in the ass for all the bad shit I did this year. Oh yeah, I do believe in it. How else do we explain things turning on a dime. God's sense of humor all right. Well, I'm off. Actually have direction again for Duncan. But the fingers are starting to feel funky, and it's almost eleven. So if I am smart, which I do believe I am, I will call it a night now, before pushing myself into a painful evening. TTFN |