I'm leaving in no less than one hour to board a plane, fly off to Albuquerque, and basically feel that tremendous shittiness that one can only feel from the landing at the Sunport. Talk about unexciting. There is really nothing worse than going from skyscrapin' insanity to mesas and every last bit of emotional baggage that was left behind.
Hopefully I'll make it out... alive? Refresh my drink - why did I agree to this trip?