I really, really don't like packing. It's kind of fun on the small scale- packing for my actual TRIP as fine. Make a pile of stuff to take. Put the stuff in your suitcase. Easy. But large-scale packing- ie my room- is never pretty. Even when I try to plan my finals schedule around giving myself time to pack, I still wind up racing around at the last minute trying to make things work. This year was way better than last year, but that isn't saying much.
I seriously fucked up my sleep schedule the last couple of days, which is actually fine by me, since it was going to get messed up anyway with the 12-hour (I think) time difference. I hope I made myself tired enough to crash not only on the the Houston-Chitown flight, but the long trans-Pacific one, too. And on the Tokyo-Sapporo train. I'm craving sleep like some sort of Junkie right now. They should board the plane! Argh.
I'm excited about sleeping in a pod in Tokyo. And seeing the baseball! Mr. Iwamoto at the Sapporo Dome e-mailed me back today- I get a press pass when I'm there. I must be the most professional amateur ever. I feel like this trip is real-world time, which has its ups and downs (mostly ups/downs because I'm rarely comfortable outside my comfort zone).
The guy near me has the same cell phone ring as Niki! Heehee.
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