Uh, just kidding.

Just kidding about that last post, folks... I'm still here.

You see, there was an, er, problem with my departure. The story plays like this:

Phil, previously referred to as Boyfriend, is packing my luggage (like the god that he is). I am not a packer, and am instead trying vehemently to upload photos to my Flickr page, as my dad's excited to see them. The problem is that my computer keeps restarting itself. I am mildly annoyed.

As the packing comes to a close, my father and Phil are present at the Zipping of the Final Zipper, signaling the end of packing. Then, my phone rings. It's an 800-number. I pick it up.

"Blah blah blah, this Northwest Airlines, blah blah blah, press 1 for this important message regarding blah blah blah."

So naturally, I press 1.

"Blah blah blah, your flight tomorrow morning has been cancelled. Blah blah blah, we've put you on another flight for Tuesday, March third, blah blah blah. Have a great night!"

OH MY GOD. I HAVE NO FLIGHT TO STAGING.

So naturally, I panic.

I recover quickly and call Peace Corps. No answer at all of the standard travel agent numbers, so I call the emergency line. I'm put through to someone who can help me, and he assures me that all is not lost, and that I will get to Morocco... eventually.

Folks, as it stands, my journey is on hold until the Travel Office opens tomorrow morning at 8:15a.