After a late night of GM's nothing, I woke up at 6:00 a.m. with a #### ton of nervous energy.
See, I hate flying.  I have a huge fear of it.  It's not the flying, per se... it's the 30,000 foot plummet to my death.  And even if there is no plummet, the whole idea of defying one of the MOST NATURAL LAWS is unnerving to me.  So, this morning, I'm sending emails to my family and the BF's family, letting them know where the wills are located and all other pertinent details.
Such a terrible way to start a Saturday.