This morning I woke up with my stomach in knots again. Sitting up in bed I realized, oh my gosh, I leave tomorrow!

What was I thinking?!

The flight from San Francisco to Auckland is 13 hours, and my longest uninterrupted flight to date. In 2001 I flew from Vancouver, B.C. to London, but that was only 10 hours. I leave on the 15th and arrive in Auckland on the 17th at 6:30 in the morning. A couple months back I made reservations at a B&B for my first night in NZ. I have been in contact with them and they are going to let me check in as soon as I arrive. This means that I won't have to wander, sleep-deprived, around Auckland for six to eight hours like Amanda and I once did in Paris. That was hell.

When I fly from Auckland to Honolulu, I will be leaving on December 21st and arriving in Hawaii a day earlier, on the 20th. It's all very complicated.

In other news, Sufjan Stevens: delicious.
The woman of My Brightest Diamond: my arch nemesis and golden idol.