Sunday, March 16, 2008
I should be packing, but I have managed to do everything possible except for packing, including writing this blog post.
If embarking on a twenty-four hour trip overseas weren't nerve-wracking enough, my sources on Wall Street tell me that we may enter a state of serious depression like, tomorrow. I can only hope that my airline doesn't make a series of immediate of budget cuts in response on things like in-flight movies, Hemispheres magazine, or, I don't know, the amount of fuel the plane carries. The sane person in me somehow managed to convince myself not to go out last night, which I am very grateful for. I still have the matter of packing for my trip, which is so far the only thing I haven't managed to do today. I am not going to post any blogs on my trip, because that would be ludicrous, so you should just assume that I am still alive and not imprisoned in a Singaporean detention center.