'Twas the night before packout, and all through the house... I am still in denial. It doesn't help that I seem to have lost my car's registration card, which is going to make de-registering it for export just a little more complicated. If it were not for Bizzleburp, I'd probably be doing really unhealthy things right now, like taking mass quantities of Xanax (no, I did not raid my mother's airline survival stash) and/or caffeine. I have, however, given myself license to have a good hissy fit and blame it on hormones. Don't be alarmed if tomorrow's headlines say something about a meltdown near the Gulf of Finland - it's not the polar icecaps or the local nuke plant, it's just me.