Pain of a different sort.

It's so freaking hot in here (and no, I won't be taking off all my clothes, har har).  We've got the condo closed up tighter than a drum and I'm sweltering.  Not to mention that my stomach is a mess, my legs are so itchy I just want to scratch them off, and my face is all flaky.  I just want to look pretty for when I see Glen... is that such a bad thing to wish for?

At least my hair looks semi-decent.  We'll see how that fares after two and a half hours of driving, three hours of waiting at Pearson, and seven hours of flying overseas.  Woot.

I think at this rate, as long as I get there semi-conscious and with all my luggage I'll be happy.  Glen will keep me regardless if I'm sweaty, wrinkly, half-asleep... I hope.  =P

I'm SO excited.  A little nervous... I don't know why.  This will be my first overseas flight in eight years.  But I've flown tons in between that (back and forth to Florida and California, mainly).  I don't know.  I'm not worried about forgetting anything, since most of my stuff is already laid out and if I do forget something I can always get it in England.  The most important things are my passport, wallet, and boarding pass.  Everything else is replaceable.  (Except Dante, but he will be in my carry-on... there will be ZERO risk of leaving him behind, that's for sure.)

So, with that, I'm going to toss the rest of my stuff in my bag and sit around for awhile until it's time for me to get to the airbus station.  Depending on how much internet time I have in England, I may or may not be posting for a bit.  Until then!