Calm

Hmm.

Very strange. I sat up bolt-straight in bed at 5:15 a.m. this morning. I don't consider that freaking out, though. Freaking out is what a friend of mine did just before we caught a cab to the airport for San Francisco. He was a large man, and yet he emitted this girl scoutesque squeal of frustration and glee. Damn, man, it's only Frisco.

So I'm packed, I have a room tomorrow night in the center of Reykjavik, and my ride doesn't get here for another six hours. Looks like I'm going to have to find a way to amuse myself. I did just get the movie 101 Reykjavik from my Netflix, so maybe I'll throw that on before breakfast here. And I should probably head up to 7-11 to get a little coffee.

Hmm. I'm much more calm than I thought I'd be.

17.5 hours before the plane leaves from San Francisco to Keflavik.