So, here I sit, chilling.

In approximately 12 hours, I will be on my way to the airport to fly out to Seattle for Thanksgiving. This will be my...second or first. Thanksgiving away from home. I think. I'm not entirely sure. I feel certain that I must have done one away from home (though with family) before, but I can't say for certain. Regardless, this will be the first away from my family and really, that's a plus right now.

Why is it that only people who *like* their family have members of it die? Seems terribly cruel on the universe's part. (Of course, I say that now and my father will end up croaking, he being the only consistently tolerable person in my household. ) Remind me to give a nice big finger and a kick in the balls to Murphy and his hideous Law...

So...on the one hand, I'm excited. Never been to Seattle, it'll be nice to see some of my friends up there, etc. On the other hand, I wouldn't mind trying to work something out with my friends down here and saving myself rediculous amounts of cash. This afternoon, I was apprehensive. Now, I'm back to excited. This should be fun.