Tomorrow afternoon I'm connecting through airports in two small cities that I didn't know existed a week ago. It's causing me anxiety because I hate flying. Well, it's not the flying that I hate so much as the taking off, landing, and potential that I'll end up in a fiery wreck. Writing this email about my anxiety surrounding flying adds to my anxiety. It's because I value irony on such a deep level. It would be a fitting end for me to write an email making jokes about my anxiety of flying in small planes, then set it up to send hours before I get into one of those wrecks. Man, I hate flying.