Seeing as we still have about 4-ish hours to go, I can only wonder what I can do in that time. 4 hours is enough time to watch a few good musicals. But I don't seem to have access to those at the moment.
So my best options are to write, sleep, or talk. But the latter doesn't seem all that successful at the moment. (The bachelor is definitely a distraction.)
So that's a bit nerve racking, but I'm managing.
Other than that, music therapy is seeming like a really good thing. And yet, I don't feel all that different going to Paris. I mean, things could have turned out differently for different reasons.
And that's just listing tons of possibilities taking everything into account. And sure, thing could've played out differently but this is what I've got. And honestly, I'm not complaining. I'm pretty okay with where I am and where I'm going.
I mean, I'm on my way to Paris. So why would I even think of being the one to complain?
This is gonna be a once in a lifetime thing. So taking everything into account, I should just enjoy it right?
I mean, that works for me.
In like 4 hours...
I can wait.
And still, this writer continues to drag on about this damn flight. Ugh, sometimes I hate my writing style.