I am bummed that I will be away, I have a lot of work to do, a man to love, runs to go on, healthy meals to cook, and Friday Night Lights to watch. I have no desire to be working at 7 am every morning straight through until Sunday.
But my biggest concern is not the work, the fear of flying, the massive amounts I will miss my man.
It is the fact that I am, how shall we say, fashion retarded?
This is LA:
And at any given moment, this is me:
Not quite the tanned, leggy, sexy, blown-out, perfect female specimen that roam the streets of Hollywood.
This trip is going to be great on my self esteem.
Going to pack,