Leaving On A Jet(Star) Plane.

Leaving home in minus two hours time. I'll arrive at the airport later as a zombie and my prediction of being knocked out on the plane will soon be true.

Realized most of the clothes I packed are black-based. Hmm.

Somehow the anticipation I've had since this trip was first announced has died and decreased to almost a negative. But I know everything will be better (or seem better) by the time I step out of the plane and into the terminal over at HK.

Almost time to put on a big, fat, fake smile again.

Six-day countdown to go. Adios!