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I am truly unable to do anything at all right now. I wore a skirt to work thinking that if I had to make certain I was sitting correctly it would keep me at least a little in the here-and-now. That was probably a big mistake.

My plane leaves from Lexington at 6:45 am tomorrow morning. I'm starting to freak that I'm going to forget something. Something really important. Or that I will oversleep and miss my flight. Or that I will die.

tzikeh says I won't die, but still - if my plane crashes before I get to Vividcon, I am directing everyone on my friend's list to become deeply bitter on my behalf. This is my last wish.

No wait, this is my last wish: I want

mrmonkeybottoms to eulogize me. I have choosen Monkey because I know she won't let a little thing like the "facts" or "reality" interfere with the way I will be remembered. I feel this is important as I have already paid the ultimate price in not reaching Vividcon and really, having Monkey talk about my countless hours of selfless volunteer work, how I patented a valve device still in use in oxygen tanks today and my devotion to the fate of stray dogs and cats is a small thing. Practically nonexistant. Oh!! And Monkey? Make me 2 inches taller and ten pounds thinner and it wouldn't hurt to have a throwaway line or two about my waves of golden hair. Y'know, for posterity. Oh - and give me a hot boyfriend who is devastated at my untimely death. It might make him a bit more realistic if he didn't speak English and was marrying me for a green card and is actually upset because he is being deported now - but you could just leave that part out. Whatever you want really. I'll knock twice if I don't like it since I plan on haunting you and all.