Leaving on a jet(blue) plane

I will be back again. You bet your bottom dollar (clean socks will do as well).

As it is, I am a glutton for punishment. Or at least I like pretending my stomach is cast iron. (I could be like Homer and take cannon balls to my stomach and survive-- sorry we've been having Simpson marathons here) I'm having cereal and milk for breakfast. yup, like I said, glutton...

Oh well. Goodness, I can't focus today. I've got like 3 things to do, but of course since I'm leaving it feels like a million. Let's see, shower, get dressed, throw odds and ends into suitcase. Voila! So instead I feel like I'm wasting time. Ok time to meditate and relax. "ooooum, oooooooooum, oooooooooooooum." just not feeling it. Could be cuz I didn't actually close my eyes and chant that last part...

Ooooh I got a dress for my brother's wedding. Finally! It's teal, not dark blue, but it's the closest I'm getting to clue. I have nothing against blue, I just couldn't find anything. Aaaaand I have shoes. The most important part. Of course I over packed. Even though I know I will probably wear almost everything in my suitcase (except maybe a shabbos dress), I still feel like it's too much. Alas, the woes of women packing all around the world. Or not, usually it's the opposite. "I didn't pack enough!"