Nervous. Not Sure Why.

I'm nervous. I'm not sure why. I'm not worried about what to say. I'm not worried about anything that I can put my finger on. Which makes me wonder if I can usually point out why I am nervous when I am. About to leave work here in a little bit. Go to Bonbrook and get my travel suitcase, then take Thunder to Flow MINI to get the right side door lock fixed, and a state inspection. I'll probably ask them about some wierd idle thing, but that might just be a ido-MINI-synchrosy.. Look.. I am nervous. I'm rambling..

Seatbelt!

--and by the way.. I really didn't mean anything in my comment in Jamie's blog about folks passing out.. Remember, my dad's the preacher.. Just in case there were a bunch of mad Chandlers out there.

Tomorrow Initiates.

Tommorrow Initiates what will probably be a very brilliant month. Tomorrow Donna and I fly to Gulfport, MS at 5:55PM.

My birth father and his wife will be picking us up at the airport. I didn't get nervous until I started writing this.