but it's not sad and it's endearingly not so.

megan and i leave for my brother's wedding in italy (florence! chianti region! castle! eff you rome. i'm where it's at.) on thursday. i'm not so good with the whole scheduling thing, so here it is: 8 am. wake up. pack(?). 9 am. hop in megan's dad's truck. jump out. 9:45 am. check in. 11am. take off. 11:20am. land in lax. jump out. 2pm. check in with air france.-- this is nice. i bought diana a ticket when we were together last year, and i still haven't cancelled it (non-refundable, non-transferable. damn you, intrawebs!). i reserved the third seat in our row with that ticket. leg room! ? 3:30pm. take off. keep self occupied for the next 12 hours (air sex! it's a good thing i'm packing my g.i. joes.). 11am. land in paris. jump out. 3pm. check in again. 4pm. take off. 5:45pm. land in florence.

i've prepared: a giant book of madlibs. a box of 96 crayons (well, 95 technically. i melted one.) care bears color-able greeting cards. finding nemo. ipod! a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. memoirs of a geisha (the book.) fruit roll-ups. flip-flops. books of: crosswords, wordseek, sudoku. laptop games: billiards, bowling, poker, lemings, pac-man? there?s more but it?s 6am and i cannot remember them. g.i. joes! language tapes (we're starting our lessons on the airplane -- hurrah lazy americans!) and italy maps.

aside: this reminds me. i should get a driving game so i can practice driving on the wrong side of the world.

excited? italy? megan? am i excited? eff this job. i'm going home and celebrating.