Sep 06, 2005 20:02
Matt dropped me off at JFK yesterday, and I knew it was going to be bad. I had been fighting mysel fto not go on this trip for the pst 48 or so hours, but as I got out of the car, tears welled up in my eyes and I lost it. I cried like an idiot in the middle of the terminal. Then I ran back out to the car and gave him a kiss, cried a little more, and fought myself one more time then checked in to the airline.
I don't know what hit me. I usually like travelling, or at least don't mind it, but this time was different. I walked through security like a zombie, sat myself in the chair outside of gate 9 and waited.
I was terrified to the point that I was shaking.
And I was not scared that the plane would crash, or anything absurd like that, I just plain didnt want to go.
Florida sucks. I mean, the state is stupid. The laws and people are stupid, and most of all, my distributor is stupid. Working with Southern is a constant battle, one which I will never win. And I guess that is the worst part. Knowing that no matter what I do, I cant win.
At least its only one state.
And at least Ill be home on Thursday.