This is it

The night before take-off. I'm all packed. My suitcase is exactly on-weight. I've seen all of my family. 

The only thing left is...to go. 

I feel like I'm going to hurl. And I can't quite tell if it's from excitement or fright. 

And I keep refreshing my flight information hoping that my flight doesn't get cancelled. 

Yeah...that's how I'm spending my evening. [After many a phone call from my roommate (who is taking different flights) about not being able to flight out tonight or tomorrow or who knows when.]

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I'm just boring at this point. So I bid you all adieu.