Planed!

Why is it that the night before a plane flight I rarely ever get a chance to sleep?

This time around I blame the three-inch thick knot on my lower back that spans from hip to hip.
Between that and my right knee feeling like it should remind me what it felt like to be twelve years old again?

Bah. Three hours of sleep. At least the damn plane flight is 12 hours long.

I love you guys. I destroy my body and soul to get to you.

There had better be tea. You have been warned.

::EDIT BEFORE FLIGHT::
Okay, so it's more like six hours. So sue me.

Oh, and here's a new word.

"Unfortudence." I swear you said that, Ian. I swear.