For the low, low price of $2.43, now if we go down in a blazing heap of metal somewhere over the midwest, I will no longer care as much. I will no longer sob uncontrollably if we hit turbulence. And there’s a good chance I might even sit through some god awful Disney film. And remember it.
I just got back from the doctor. All I had to say were a few sentences using the words “flying, irrational behavior, September 11th, New York, and please” and he wrote me a prescription “to take the edge off”. He was nice about it too, even offered up some sympathy. I hope this works.
Today, I plan on calling San Francisco apartment places, applying to some more jobs, scheduling vet appointments to find drugs for my felines as well, and mapping out our trip. I have to call around and see if we can get dialup accounts started in order to document the trip and ensure we have cable/internet once we’re in San Fran. I’m not even sure who covers the entire nation. Perhaps Earthlink?
We’ll see if I get any of the above completed today. I’d be willing to vote against myself right now.