Blaaaah, I am going to have to take a work trip next week. Part of it is a good cause. I'll fly some medication somewhere, but then I'll have to stay for a few days. The second phase, bad part of the trip is that it's for Mickey the Monster (previously cited by me here). I swore that I would never put my life on the line for that rancid bag of...goodies. I about hate myself for doing this, but I'm going to be the bigger person and do the job and fly the....stuff he needs flown. Oh, that creep is ten pounds of...sh....sugar stuffed into a five pound bag. I just had to say that.