I'm suddenly feeling very anxious about this trip to New York City. It happened somewhere during the car rental process, when the lady tried to convince me to upgrade.

It's only for the weekend, but I have a history of not doing well on weekend trips. I wind up hating either the place I'm in or the people I'm with. Through no fault of their own, mind you, I just don't react well or something. I don't know. It just happens and then all I can think about is going home.

I'm dawdling now. I'll leave soon enough, I just don't want to go right now. Maybe in a little while. I haven't packed my bag yet.