So, I have a plane to catch in nine hours. I have to wake up at 4:30AM to get ready and leave by 5:30. I don't have a good feeling about this. I have not fallen asleep before 1:00AM in a long, long time. Well, other than Sunday, but that was a Malaria induced fever day (so it doesn't count).
I still need to pack and prepare for this trip. I can officially say that I'm sick of travelling this year. I think I have done my fair share of trips and just want to sit at home and veg (as if I don't do that daily).
I'm in a funk again. I feel it sneaking up on me like a ninja stalking his victim. Ninjas are bad ass. Did I ever mention that I wanted to be a ninja when I grew up? Of course, how many boys didn't want to be ninjas when they grew up? But I was different. I wanted to REALLY be a ninja. I had all the equipment. We would sneak out at night and climb trees and houses. We would throw our throwing stars at everything. I even bought all the books and practiced flipping onto rooftops and jumping from the roof of the house to the fence. Now that I think about it, I was a stupid kid. The kind that you know one day will get himself killed because my favorite words were "watch this" or "I bet you I can". Looking back, I couldn't. And I would get hurt.
I don't know where that came from. I had this sudden urge to rant all of a sudden. I guess that's why it was a "sudden" urge. I could have just backspaced and erased that line, but I didn't. Okay, now I'm really digressing.
I think that is my favorite part of the Monty Python movies. They just go into these random side rants that have nothing to do with the plot. "Is it an African swallow or a European swallow?" All time favourite movie.
Anyway, I guess I'll start packing now and see what happens. I'm so screwed and you just wasted five minutes of your day.
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