Here comes 4:20 - Yet oddly I'm talking about a transit time...

Well in 3 hours, at 4:20 (Sigh - Now I want to get stoned), our merry group of 14 is off to the airport. After 3 more hours of boring checkin and waiting around we should be on a plane heading to El Savador, and from their to Nicaragua. I am all packed, some things I may not have, or have and do not need. I will see...

I am excited and also nervous, but such is my way. I worry about the small things, like how the noise of the crowd in the airport and the lights will make my head hurt, and if I can't get an isle seat - how I'll freak out with the claustrophobia and all...

I'm paranoid about many things, like money, and clothes... But I'm sure I'll be fine...
I'll be back May 14th, and then comes the job looking for thing... Sigh...

Anyway...
I know you may get into trouble without me...
So if you need me, just shine the Glum Chum signal...


And I'll come right on back...

Anywho...
Nicaragua is half a world away, I've got a bunch of songs on my mp3 player, a backpack and satchel full of my stuff, its night, and I'm wearing sunglasses... Let's do this...