I hate flying

Actually, I dislike most forms of transportation that aren't walking. (In fact, I have been quite afraid of car travel lately. I don't trust anyone on the road. I am turning into my mother, who believes that only she knows how to drive well. But her driving scares me most of all.) But I am freaked about flying in a way that's just really not proportional to the danger. (Oh Lord, I just wrote "proportional." I've been a little anti-sociology (anti-school?) lately so it's weird to see it come out of me.) Or that's what people keep trying to tell me. But in addition to a fear of falling out of the sky to a fiery death, I also cannot stand the waiting, the boredom, the plane-stink, the cramped-ness, the gross blue water in the toilets, the weird interactions I have with people sitting next to me, etc. My flight this morning was already cancelled so I have a 12 hour delay or sorts. At least they told me last night so I didn't have to get up at 4am to sit in the airport for 12+ hours. Instead, I get to sit here and do work. See, look at all the work I'm doing! Anyway, I'd attribute the early info on the cancellation to the cuteness of Midwest Express. It does feel a little more loving than most airlines. I mean, they give you chocolate chip cookies. Look how much they like us flyers! Anyway, I will try to calm my nerves. Maybe with deep breathing. Maybe with booze. Maybe I should start that a little closer to my flight time (7:55pm) rather than at 9:45 in the morning. Can you take a flask through security these days?