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I guess that's a more accurate statement about me, too.That was the one about the newlywed couple going on their honeymoon, not to mention everyone else on the plane. It shook me up pretty badly.I didn't have a defining moment (well, maybe it was the ValuJet crash?) of becoming afraid of takeoffs/landings... it's just developed pretty quickly over the last few years, and every single news announcement about a plane crash sends my anxiety level just one notch higher on the next flight I take. Great, living on an island in the North Atlantic where the only way out is on a plane, eh?

I'm also a bit worried about a Spanish friend of mine who was supposed to be moving to the Canary Islands (from northern Spain) as a teacher this month or next. I don't know when he was going to leave, but I sent him an e-mail to see if he was okay. No reply yet. I also sent a text message, which was at least received... so hopefully that's a good sign. I hate knowing when people might be flying in those areas, when this shit happens. And I hate knowing that those 150 people died in such terror, and that it could happen to me. Probably never will, but it still could. You just never know when your number is gonna be up.
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So what are you gonna do now that you're no longer drinking?

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