...ready to turn around five times before the end of the street because I forgot something!

I'm seriously paranoid about forgetting something. Probably because my memory is akin to that of a goldfish. If there's one trip that I remember everything for, it will be this one though. I made lists. I remade them. Double checked, triple checked, went over the items I was bringing with my parents. Checked again, remade the list again...

P-A-R-A-N-O-I-D

(Alternate spelling: L-U-K-E)

Everything is packed except for this laptop. Pray I don't forget it. I hop on a plane this evening, transfer in Toronto, get to Georgia and by that time, It will have been quite some time since I last showered or changed clothes and after sitting in a hot car and on a hot plane and waiting in a hot airport and sitting in another hot plane and wrestling with my luggage and probably having to chase down the little brat that's in EVERY airport that decided to steal my sunglasses I will not be offended if people keep their distance until I have the chance to shower.  Perhaps I'll just use my deodorant on my entire body and soak it into my clothing.

Well, I'll see all you FYM'ers soon. For those who read this blog who aren't going, farewell! I'm coming back next spring and I'll hopefully have a tan by then.