Final night at home. My bags are all packed. My clothes laid out. I ended up with a check-in bag, a carry-on bag, and my regulation backpack-because-purses-can't-fit-my-laptop-and-handheld-gaming-systems. All in all a good packing job if I do say so myself. It had to be this way because I was four pounds over the weight limit and I am not carrying more than I have to in my backpack. I am convinced I am short because of Ritalin and heavy backpacks.
This time tomorrow I will be at the airport, waiting to board, wishing I had gotten first class instead of economy. But I'm cheap when it comes to flying which is why I have three bags in total instead of two.
O_O I NEED CHERRY KOOL-AID!