Holy crap--can you believe I'm updating Spacegirl? I can barely wrap my mind around it myself.

I've been very, very lax in the past few months. People emailed me begging to know what made me stop updating. Was it the terrorism? Are you just bored with the site? Are you dead?!?

It was really none of the above. I guess I'm just burnt out. I update TRIPPYswell sporadically, which takes some effort. I feel like I don't have anything interesting left to say here, on Spacegirl, in this long, somewhat edited, essay form. I really have to get back to it. Interesting things do happen to me sometimes; I have to make an effort to capture them and organize my thoughts into coherent sentences that are somewhat interesting to read. You know, sentences that are more interesting than what I'm writing now. Forgive me, it's 2 AM, I can't sleep and I'm getting rather punchy.

Hmmm...something interesting...Well, I'm getting married in January. In Vegas. That's pretty interesting, at least to me. I'm really not looking forward to flying there. I spent around sixty hours flying over continents and oceans this year alone. It would have been more, but we cancelled our Amsterdam trip, which was scheduled the same week as the memorial for my friend who died in the attack on the Pentagon. But still, that's a lot of hours. And how boring most of those hours were! When I was a kid I loved to fly. Of course, the only place I flew to was Florida, which is, what? Two, two and a half hours from JFK? Flying never bothered me, it was something to look forward to, but this year was different. I was flying so much I could feel the odds that my plane would go down were rising with each lift off. I never imagined that my flight would be hijacked, I thought it would be a mechanical failure. We've had enough of those happen in the past few years. I was okay when the plane was at cruising altitude, as long as I didn't think about how a huge hunk of metal could possibly defy gravity for so long. Take off and landing were what I feared.

So. Now there is a new fear. We all know what that is. And after Flight 587, my apprehension about faulty equipment has been exacerbated.

Oh well. What can I do? I can't let the terrorists win, can I?