Where in the world is my suitcase
Sunday, September 30th, 2007I think I’m getting a little bit hysterical.
I think it’s the fact that my stomach has joined my brain and it has now formed a weird little thing called a bramach. It’s not pleasant.
Or it might be the fact that I just started laughing at my brother who just sneezed, and I haven’t stopped. It was not even remotely funny.
Or it might be the fact that it has taken me at least five different times to type this stupid sentence because I can’t spell today.
Or it might be the fact that I am obsessively counting down the time until I have to go to the airport.
On a less hysterical note I have now offically finished packing a good ten hours before I have to go. That is a record usually I do it so much earlier, the insane fear that I will wake up and miss my flight may have something to do with that.
But I will have to keep an eye on my suitcase all of my family knows that I am extremely stressed and they like to help by screwing with my head. Last time I had to do something that sent me into a hair spin they hid my keys and took my book.
Such a loving and caring family they are. So now I have to watch my bag so they don’t decide to hid it in the care or something stupid like that. I wouldn’t put it past them.
It almost feels like I will be gone from here for years because I keep thinking that I won’t see those TV shows that are on later in the week I won’t be sleeping in my bed for awhile.