aaaaahhhhh

It is officially only about an hour until we leave for good ole Cleveland Hopkins airport. Starting to get ridiculously anxious, but here are the questions on my mind:

• Are they going to feed me dinner? (I don't have time to go get dinner in Chicago.)
• Will I be sitting next to a creeper?
• How about a hot dude?
• Will I look seven dragging two big suitcases behind me?
• ...do I have everything I need?

As you can see, my priorities are very well set. Mom thinks I'll be fed on the plane. This is a good thing.