Jan 16, 2009 13:30
I am back in london now, and I'm okay with it, which I very much wasn't yesterday morning and in the few days leading up to my departure from sunny southern california. I was so upset I cried for an hour before packing my suitcase at the last minute. My parents were all, "you don't have to go!" which totally didn't help, because I didn't really want to not come back, but meh, you know. I calmed down and felt a lot better (crying really does help sometimes).
Then, when we were halfway to the airport, I actually looked at my reservation printout and realized that my flight was the day before. I'd written it down in my diary as the wrong day, for reasons surpassing understanding. If that's not a great example of subconscious avoidance and self-sabotage I don't know what is. But I got on the phone to virgin atlantic and the guy was like, "oh no!! It's one of those days isn't it." And he fixed it for me and got me on the flight I thought I was supposed to be on, and I only had to pay $150 instead of buying a whole new ticket.
So anyway, the rest of the journey was uneventful except for the irritating fact that I had an empty seat next to me so I could lie down, and these fucking babies two rows behind me shrieked for the WHOLE FLIGHT so I couldn't sleep.
Now Lois and Clark is on tv, and oh the banter, it is adorkable.