Note: I never actually posted this, since I was busy doing other stuff getting ready for my trip while I listened to some Neil Diamond. Hey, I like it, OK?

  "I am," I said
  To no one there
  And no one heard at all
  Not even the chair
         -Neil Diamond

28 May 98: I really shouldn't be writing this. I'm leaving for Australia in sixteen hours and I'm not done packing. I have to cut my hair. There are dishes to wash, bills to pay and about a million other things to do. Did I mention I have to go to work in a few hours? Sleep? HA!

I never get much sleep before I go on a trip. Since I travel for business a few times a month, this isn't exactly ideal, but what is? I guess the pattern started when I was at MIT and was so busy that I didn't have time to pack until a few hours before my flight, which was usually in the morning for some reason.

There's something about travel that always makes me feel like I'm never coming back, so I've got to tie up all the loose ends before I go. I'm not afraid of flying, and really don't spend much time thinking about plane crashes (although I have decided that watching documentaries on The Learning Channel about airline disasters isn't the brightest thing before a trip), but it's there.