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I'm gonna write this post now because I probably won't have any time tomorrow. I'm still
in the middle of packing and having crazy anxiety so I see some scrambling in my future.
I have so much stuff to pack, including film and cameras and wrapping them up in clothes
so that they don't get ruined from being tossed around by ramp serviceman.

So, I'm leaving tomorrow. It doesn't feel real, I just keep thinking about it all. Thoughts
racing through my mind at a million miles per hour. How did it get this bad? Over time
I only feel that it has gotten progressively worse. Can we just fast forward time, to the
moment where the plane wheels touch down on the airport tarmac? Tarmac is what it's
called right? I don't want to think of it. I can't sleep. I don't want to pack. I don't want to
do anything right now honestly.

Anyway, that's enough complaining/venting for one night. Sorry for that negativity. Didn't
know where else to vent what's going on in my mind. Going to finish packing stuff.

Have a great night and day tomorrow.