tomorrow.

I get fillings in the morning. I pick up my make up bag at Kaitlin and Bens. I switch music with Ron.

I wait to find out about my sister coming with me or not.
If she can come, I pack my third bag while rejoicing.
If she can not come, I cry until I can't anymore and repack everything so that 3 bags of stuff fits in 2 bags.

I call to change my phone plan to international.
I finish painting Joe's shoes.
I make a spool full of my DVDs.
I figure out what to bring in my carry on.
I weigh my bags at the vets down the street.
I paint my nails.
I read my student handbook.
I eat something.
I print out my ticket stuff.
I make a resume.
I print out happy things that I need to get me to Sydney.

I say goodbye to most people. I say good bye to Joe.
I will probably cry some more. I'm so good at that.

I hate volleyball and I love volleyball. I just wish it wasn't so daggum hurtful to my sister. My stomach is doing flip fops. Pray for my sissy.