I have the nervous. My flight's leaving in 5 hours. I'm a horrible alone flyer. Horrible, unless I'm drunk, and I ain't paying $5 for the pleasure of being drunk on airplane.
(The only time I flew drunk, to be fair, was home from Rome for my grandfather's funeral. The wine was free, I was 19 and legal over international waters. I can't remember if I was drunk when we landed, but I know I was on the majority of the flight. Sad.)
The nervous involves the stomach and the shaking of the hands. The nervous isn't good at driving or being rational. The nervous is going to get a manicure in 15 minutes to try to calm down. It won't work. Though my nails will look pretty.
The nervous also promotes worries that are lame, like about luggage and turbulence and extreme crankiness upon landing.
I don't like the nervous one bit, but it ain't going away for probably....nine hours. The nervous doesn't go away until your bags are collected and stowed in the rental car and you're on your way to a nice hotel.
Le sigh.
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