I sit alone.
My flight plan is on my lap. It all makes sense. I do know it. I do.
But I'm frustrated because I cannot for the life of me remember the entire script at the same, exact second. Of course, of course — I know. But still: why can't I?
Friends are calling, saying "good luck."
They hear my apprehension, so their words sound somber.
Some must be thinking: "I would surely never do that."
T-minus 3 hours, 53 minutes — and counting.
...Take your protein pills and put your bow tie on.