Well, the clock is ticking. By this time tomorrow (hopefully) I'll be with Dave.

After doing my laundry and packing, I spent most of my time at work. Worrying. Whenever I'm about to do something very important to me, my mind comes up with all sorts of awful, disastrous scenarios.

What if I don't wake up on time? My dad is giving me a ride to the airport. I told him to call me before he left his house to make sure I'm up. "Oh," he said. "I was going to have you call me." Uh oh.

What if the power goes out? I hope it doesn't. I'm going to wear my watch to bed, and set the alarm. It's not loud, but maybe it'll wake me up if I'm wearing it.

What if my apartment burns down?

What if we get a flat tire on the way to the airport? Or get into an accident?

What if I get all the way to the airport and there's a problem with my tickets? "I'm sorry, these are only valid if you're wearing red socks. You are clearly wearing blue socks."

What if I forget my tickets??

What if I get held up in the airport and miss my flight? Or get "bumped?"

What if I get held up in Chicago and miss my connection?

What if I have a problem with customs?

What if the plane crashes? Or it get hijacked? "All right, you Ameerecan scum. We're going to Cuba!"

Ugh. I hate my imagination sometimes.

Anyway, I got a package in the mail today that I've been expecting. My Furry 2000 calendar! Woohoo! It's better than I was expecting. Not that I was expecting Allen to put out a crappy calendar or anything though. No more "idyllic scenery" calendars for me.

Ok. Time for sleep. If I can.