wants it to be this time tomorrow, even if it means being cramped on a plane

I almost rhapsodized about "a plane...CALLED FREEDOM!," but I thought that might be laying on things a little thick, especially while typing on the work computer.

Did you know that I'm not packed? Like, at all? (As in, there are spare shoes still stored in my luggage because I have way too many and no other place to store them.)

THE ANSWER IS CLOVER.