Flying on a jet plane

I wish I were normal. Alas, I am not. I am flying, alone, to Tampa tonight to meet up with Raph and Georgia. I got a flight back with them on Sunday, which is great. But am I the only one who gets wicked nervous before flying? And this time I won't have the sympathetic ear of a friend or travelling companion. Grr. It's what normal people call a "short flight," three hours, but I know to me it will feel like at least 6. I am not as much worried about anything bad happening as I am just irrationally anxious. I am also excited, and I actually just can't wait to be on the plane so I can stop anticipating it. The anticipation is so annoying. LOL.

So, in conclusion, I'll be offline from now through Monday. Will be soaking up some rays, seeking respite from the snow dumped on New York yesterday.