I have the lingering sense of doom because I am flying to New Jersey in the morning. The horrible sense is not because I think the plane is going to fall from the sky but because I have not packed yet. I hate packing. Hate it. Hate packing more than chewing on tin foil.
I pack too much and get to where I am going and end up with nothing I need. I hate packing.
To the people of New Jersey, please don't judge if I do comedy in a wetsuit and high heels, it's the only thing I had in my suitcase.
