Stupid dial up internet cut me out... sooo unreliable. I actually attempted to post the below entry at 5:45pm on Wednesday... but noooooo. Silly SACS. At least it's working now...
I have to fly on an aeroplane tomorrow... not a fan, but you get that. Poatina for a week. I'll miss Tim. And at least only miss one church. But I'll miss Tim. I've decided not to take my flying tablets - they make me too sleepy, and I'm tired enough as it is. But I hope I don't get too nervous about it all. I'm not sure what the deal is with my flying fear. I'm not sure if it's about the plane crashing, or the confined space, or what. I trace it back to flying to Honkers (Hong Kong) in 1998, and my eating disorder, fear of driving, starting year 12, and how close the plane actually flies to the buildings at the old HK airport - freaky!! But it's since that flight that I've been uneasy I think. Lots of things on top of each otehr amounting to a bad overall flying experience and holiday. I don't like Hong Kong - too smelly, too dirty, too crowded. But then you go, wouldn't that describe London? A place I love? Aw well, who can understand the human mind?!