I have a 2pm flight tomorrow afternoon (today, actually, now that it’s past midnight) to Seattle, and I really should be packing. But I’m not. Instead I’m surfing the same six or seven web pages that aren’t going to change, hoping they somehow develop some new content. But they’re not. So I just zipped through them again and, yep, no change.

Damn. I guess I should start packing.

But, eh… My flight isn’t until 2:00. That’s pretty late for me, I’m usually on the first flight out of Burbank. I just checked my itinerary; it’s actually 2:06. That’s even later. I won’t need to leave for the airport until around noon or maybe 12:30, and if I get up at 8:00 I’ll have four hours to pack. I could probably even put it off ’til 10:30 or so. Call it 11:00. Maybe 11:30. Pleeeeenty of time.

I guess I ain’t packing yet.

But those stupid web pages haven’t changed yet either. I guess I should go to bed.

I wonder what’s on TV?

I always put off my packing until the last minute, but this time I’m really pushing it. Something critical always turns up missing when I start packing, so putting it off ’til the morning isn’t giving me much time to deal with whatever inevitably goes missing tomorrow.

This is almost better than TV. I’m actually anticipating packing under the gun tomorrow, wanting to see how/if I get it done in time and if I make my flight. It’s almost exciting.

I am my own reality show.