AS I SEE IT...

2005 Writing.Com Convention

Well, it's almost time... and although I am still going to the Convention most of my original plans have changed.

I hate flying. I have always hated flying, but I am flying into Philadelphia, and driving from there to Bethleham... I truely feel like this is killing me. Did I mention I hate flying?

Then why am I flying?

Well, it's my husband. He watched me plan and pay for attending this 2005 Writing.Com Convention, but since about the middle of June he has been hoping that I would change my mind?

W H A T????

Seems like he feels it is too far for me to drive...
Seems like he feels I will be gone far too long...

So just tonight, I purchase plane tickets... I can't carry the stuff I want to bring on the plan. I am not about to try to lug this stuff around in the airport BY MYSELF.

Seems to me he could have come with me... But Nooooooooooo!

So, I am going to get on that damn plane...

I am still thinking I would rather drive...

It's only about 70 miles from Philadelphia to Bethleham... so that is not really a problem. I will have a rental car the whole time... just in case...

Well, the plane tickets are non-refundable so I gotta fly.

Medically the doctor said no flying, but it seems the short hops are going to be okay... damn doctors, wish No meant NO...

I have never flown without valium... but I have never flown alone either... so it's not like I can drug up cause I am not only going to be by myself... I have to immediately drive from the airport to the convention site.

Trust me when I say I am going to be a basket case...

What in the world have I gotten myself into...

Have I mentioned that I have ALWAYS absolutely hated flying?