I Wasn't Really Hungry For That....

I just got back from McDonald's. God bless all night fast-food establishments. I had fries even though I didn't really want (or need) them. It's just that I wanted something in my mouth while I made a list of all of the crap I still have to do before I leave for Turkmenistan. It's scary, this notion of packing up my whole life. It's either going into boxes to be stored for the next 2 plus years or into gigantic duffel bags, to be lugged halfway across the world.

When I finished the list, I kind of thought I might see the fries come back up. It was really big. I still have to do everything from buying two years worth of contact solution, to figuring out how to charge my computer on a completely different electrical system. I think sometimes I work myself up too much, but in this case I am fairly certain that a healthy dose of stress is probably the only way I am going to get out of Alaska on time and with everything I need.

I guess the only way to get rid of a list is to take care of everything on it. Item number one: figure out how to post blogs. Done and done. Excellent.