So I anxiously text him (In a butchered fashion that's like pulling teeth) to buy the mother effin' ticket. So now I have to wait for these bright lights to tell me if my plane leaves tomorrow or on Friday. Like anyone is going to tell me because that would mean I'm in the loop. I can't arrange for a ride if I don't know when I need to be there and how early I need to get to IC so I can get stuff for my mom and store my shit.

It's to last minute. Plus my mom begged me to buy her candy/chicken spices/magic erasers because they don't have them. I'm not sure about the candy but I know she's jonesing for peanut M&Ms. So i bought a shit load of candy and I'm hoping they don't confiscate them.

So, eventually I will make it to Egypt. It's debatable whether my hair will have fallen out or not.