Though there is a otherworldly calm on the exterior, the frantic beating of my heart betrays the internal sense of OMGZZZSHIZ I'M FLYING OFF TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT NO FREAKING WAY THIS IS REAL NO WAY OH WAIT ACTUALLY IT IS YAY, and after packing my bags and saying goodbye to (jealous) friends and family, there is nothing to do but wait and relish every second of the knowledge that one is going to enjoy a temporary exit from the country. And cooler weather. And music. And food. And friends. And cooler weather.
Anyway, here's a list of things I plan to do on the 12 hour flight:
1. Watch a trashy movie (I have done my research and Sex and the City is playing on in-flight entertainment this month)
2. Read Dostoevsky's Demons.
3. Sleep with Demons covering my face.
4. Irritate my seat mate by laying down claims to territorial sovereignty over elbow room.
5. Reinforce Asian stereotypes by doing homework on the plane, and then practising my karate to fend off carpal tunnel syndrome.
Do widzenia!
