Man. I hate night flights like I hate late afternoon/evening exams. Because you just sit there all day and frankly, you should already be totally studied up and should have already packed. So the day is just shot, a total waste.
I actually DID do most of my studying prior to the day of my last, late afternoon tax exam, but the day was still wasted with minor cram-studying or trying to convince myself IT'S COOL, YO.
But right now I kinda feel like barfing...it's not like I have much packing left to do, and quite frankly, I do still have 13 goddamn hours. It's just the stress of OHMYFUCKINGGOD. I will be gone for nearly 3 months and I hope I don't forget anything. Like seriously, this morning I woke up (at some ungodly hour) and it was the first time I actively thought hey, I should probably set my passport with my wallet. This is the sort of shit just now crossing my mind? We may have a problem.
I also think I get more high-strung and less flexible the older I get. Considering I totally cried on the first day of second grade because I missed the instruction about where to put my lunch box, you can imagine that these are the sort of days when you probably don't want to be around me.