This is what the taxi service to the airport meant for this box, right?
Leaving the house in just a few hours (meaning I should probably try to sleep for one or two of those) at 6AM to fly to Florida for Thanksgiving at my brothers house.
And while we’re speaking of family and morbid thoughts of a tragic death: I just remembered that my “Read this if I’m dead” file isn’t on this computer. It’s on the old hard drive that crashed last year, so my friends and family will never know my last wishes.
Brief recap of it (just in case): I love everyone, even those of you with seemingly little or brief roles in my life, mourning is allowed and yes it totally sucks that the world doesn’t have me in it anymore but do me a big fave and dont let it bum you out TOO too bad (like for the rest of your life. just sob for maybe a week and carry on with my memory, paying forward my awesomeness every day).
If horrible accidents dont occur though, i’ll just check in tomorrow.
UPDATE: I survived, but only BARELY seeing as the 2 choices of breakfast in First Class on the plane were some corned beef crap or plain old cereal and fruit (exactly what i had before i left the house).
I didn’t sleep a friggin wink, which kinda sucked. I should have packed and prepared a little earlier so I could have gone to bed sooner than 3AM when I have to leave 3 hours later. its impossible to sleep under a scenario like that for me cuz i’ll just wake up every 10 minutes in fear i’ve overslept or in panic to beat the clock cuz i dread being woken up by an alarm. I took a screenshot of my alarm setting to calm my OCD compulsion to keep checking it to see if it was set.
Ride to the airport went smoothly. security took longer than usual and I was the last person to board the plane. oops.
Getting up so early reminded me that mornings are awesome.
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