Straddling the Line Between "Sad" and "Awesome"

I'm packing for my weekend in Champaign/Urbana, Illinois. There's not much to pack for three days: the vast majority of my bag is being taken up by wine and books. I keep running my packing list through my brain, however, because that's what you do before you leave for a trip. Toothbrush, clean underwear, something to sleep in...passport! I forgot my passport! Wait, I'm not even leaving the state. Okay: sweater, make up, lotion...passport, shit!

Never leave home without it, I guess. Hey, I could spontaneously fly to, uh, Jakarta if I wanted. 'Cause that's just how I roll.