Late night.

I wasn't packed when I got home from rehearsal at 9:30pm. I'm packed now. I didn't bother going to bed, since my sleep pattern is going to be messed up anyway, I figured that I'd get myself so exhausted that my body will believe me when I tell it that jet-lag is just an illusion.

Got my box at the front door; that's good. My Epi-pen, probably a smart bet, too. European GSM cell phone, audio recorder, notebook, Lonely Planet guide (it doesn't say DON'T PANIC, though, and I actually find that quite disheartening, but I do know where my towel is, so I've got THAT going for me, which is nice), passport, cash. What else? I had to go to Cub at 1:00am but it's only 1/2-mile from home and this is the suburbs, and I pretty much know any teen who would be out after curfew anyway, so I'm safe. Anyway, I wanted to make sure that my stuff would fit in my government-allotted 1qt bag so I needed 1qt bags. I also made sure that I had toothpaste (the .85 oz version, of course, because a toothpaste tube of over 3oz threatens safety EVERYWHERE!), and grabbed a pack of Mint Mojito gum for the flights.

Yes, I'm boring you. But YOU'RE the one who read this far. You have only yourself to blame. Now, off to the shower to clean up and shave so I don't look like a terrorist.