I thought that today I would in this blog as I usually do. 

It is raining. Why does it rain? Why do the clouds that rise back into the sky feel the need to come crashing back down? I just explained the science of weather in a very unusual way. 

As stupid as this sounds, I'm freaking out about going to Sydney.  I'm not scared of being on the plane on my own, just getting to the plane on my own. It's not as simple as it seems; it should be: 1. Give luggage to person that works at airport. 2. Get on plane. 3. Arrive at destination. 

No, instead its; 1. Arrive at airport in a panic, 2. Check in. 3. Go through metal detectors and customs, trying to look as not guilty as possible. 4. Fill out a million different forms.  5. Freak out some more. 6. Try to figure out where the hell you are. 7. Find out (through careful navigation) that you are in the place where you board the plane. 8. Wait for a few hours hoping that you did everything right. 9.  Eventually get called onto the plane. 10.  Arrive at destination. 11. Repeat the whole process backwards. 

I'm going shopping later today. *groan*