I still can't believe I'm getting on a plane after all these years of being terrified of them. however at the same time I'm looking forward to the opportunity to get fucked up. I'm still an old druggie at heart. so one klonopin is on board. I figure if I take one every two hours until I get on the plane at 5 and then an alcoholic beverage on the plane (or perhaps in the airport bar) I should be well set.
when I get there I don't know if I will direct lisagail to take me to a bar for further good times or to take me home and put me to bed. tomorrow I can already see will be a sit in front of the fire and read day. unless she makes it a clean the house day. hrm.
if everyone could send bouyant thoughts to the airspace between here and Seattle between the hours of 5:30 and 8:30 that would be swell.