Type the nerves away

I'm leaving for Florida in four and a half hours, and I'm kind of silently freaking out at my desk. You see, I'm not a good flyer. I get claustrophobic and panicked, and on most flights, I wind up drinking vodka the whole time, and I arrive at my destination calmer but shitfaced.

Today, I'm going to try to be more zen about the whole thing, but I know my thoughts will be like this for the whole two hours I'm up in the air.

"Dear God. Please don't let me die. I have a lot of stuff to do, and I have a lot of cool people who will be sad if I die. I think. So please, keep this damn plane in the air!"

"Sorry God, not trying to boss You around or anything, but I'm really freaking out here."

"Dear God, thanks for inspiring a scientist to create Xanax. It is pretty awesome."

"La la la. Empty brain. More peanuts, please!"

Time to roll. Wish me luck. If I crash, well, it was nice knowin' ya!