Today I was writing down a few lines from Eat, Pray, Love that I wanted to remember before giving the book to Leila.  (I know this pretty much makes me a caricature of myself.  Judge away.  I’m fine with it.  But seriously, the writing in that book is good, savorable even.)  I flipped through my notebook and saw the first journal entry I wrote on this trip.  I’ve since switched to keeping trip notes on my computer, but I started handwriting some things while I was on the plane.  Anyway, this made me chuckle to myself, so I thought I’d share.  I wrote a bit about my fears for the trip and this was one of them…”With all of the straps on my backpack, I’m afraid that I’m going to get confused one day, yank super hard on the wrong strap, and choke myself with my boobs.”  I then went on to wonder why I hadn’t fallen asleep yet.  ”I thought I took one of my Ambiens, but it should have kicked in already and I’m not even woozy.  I wonder if it was actually a yeast infection pill.  Shit.”  

Since this is such a chicky post, I’ll also include this little piece of info that I just discovered the hard way…here’s a really bad combination: Freshly shaved legs and deet.