Two hours left before I leave for the airport. It's finally time to take a shower, empty the dryer, and dig through through the (hopefully dry) laundry to find some shirts and a few pairs of matching socks to pack.
My brother has already emailed me back expressing his extreme displeasure with the iPod situation. Not that I'm any happier. This is my first trip in years that I will travel without my trusted iPod by my side.
This is perhaps the least planned trip I've been on. I have no idea what to expect, and I don't really have enough time to think about it right now.
