peachykeen
bootie shaker
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- Jul 11, 2002
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Am just going to throw myself a small pity party here for a moment; feel free to leave, this is just some anxiety puke I have to spew for a moment.
Just came back from the airport, I had to go make some changes to my itinerary and due to dafety regs it had to be done in person and not by phone. Fair enough. So I get there and find out that the changes I had made inquires about have already been changed in the computer, which is not what I wanted.
I need to stop off in JC/NYC for a fw days to handle some business stuff, so I or my husband don't have to do it in October. (It seemed it would be easier this way, me being in the US already.) To get from where I am now to there, I have to fly South Bend to Cinncinati, Cinncinati to Newark. Ok. I expected this.
BUT a week later I have to fly from Newark, BACK to Cinncinati, and then on to Gatwick. Which means flying southwest to go northeast, 3.5 extra hours of flight time plus a 3 hour layover.
Now add into this mix that I absolutely fucking hate flying. I watched a few planes land and take off at the airport while I was there and now I am feeling distinctly shaky and queasy.
Fuck, fuck, and fuck.
and to top it off, this means it will now again be yet another week until I see my husband.
Just came back from the airport, I had to go make some changes to my itinerary and due to dafety regs it had to be done in person and not by phone. Fair enough. So I get there and find out that the changes I had made inquires about have already been changed in the computer, which is not what I wanted.
I need to stop off in JC/NYC for a fw days to handle some business stuff, so I or my husband don't have to do it in October. (It seemed it would be easier this way, me being in the US already.) To get from where I am now to there, I have to fly South Bend to Cinncinati, Cinncinati to Newark. Ok. I expected this.
BUT a week later I have to fly from Newark, BACK to Cinncinati, and then on to Gatwick. Which means flying southwest to go northeast, 3.5 extra hours of flight time plus a 3 hour layover.
Now add into this mix that I absolutely fucking hate flying. I watched a few planes land and take off at the airport while I was there and now I am feeling distinctly shaky and queasy.
Fuck, fuck, and fuck.
and to top it off, this means it will now again be yet another week until I see my husband.