I dislike my stomach
In my mind, I've known we were going to be flying to Australia today, but I've been preoccupied with Christmas, and tired, and it hadn't really set in yet.
This morning, it became somewhat more real, and now I'm going "Oh crap, I have to be ready to fly to Australia today!"
My stomach is generally the last to know things like this, but has the loudest (although not the most influential) say in the matters of my psyche. It just caught on to our imminent departure, so now it's complaining too. As such, I probably won't be able to eat much at dinner tonight.
Which is really a pain, because that means I'll be hungry on the Air Canada plane, upon which they serve Air Canada "food".
Which means I'm going to arrive in Australia nausious and half-poisoned.
This morning, it became somewhat more real, and now I'm going "Oh crap, I have to be ready to fly to Australia today!"
My stomach is generally the last to know things like this, but has the loudest (although not the most influential) say in the matters of my psyche. It just caught on to our imminent departure, so now it's complaining too. As such, I probably won't be able to eat much at dinner tonight.
Which is really a pain, because that means I'll be hungry on the Air Canada plane, upon which they serve Air Canada "food".
Which means I'm going to arrive in Australia nausious and half-poisoned.