I'm homesick again, in advance. In reverse. The last time Jackpot took an international flight, there was a reggae band on board that took up so much room that they were paying people to fly another day. I'm hoping. In other news, my dreams are tip top. I'm drinking coffee out of a thick metal can. I'll buy another for the train, to use up my pennies, nickels, and dimes. I'll take the key off of my key ring and fling it through the bathroom window. There'd better be a good movie on the plane, because I can't watch Tokyo Drift one more time.