So Nick has to bring up the possibility of us going down in the middle of the Pacific on our flight. His vision is wonderful and warm; we end up on an island with monkey butlers. I'm dreading ending up on the Lost island, because I would get so pissed off there and I can't handle all the flashbacks.

I'm waiting at the airport getting a few birthday calls. If I have to say anything before we lose our minds on this flight, I just want to say thanks to my friends and tell you to please not worry any more. I've already found myself again before I leave, thanks to all of you, and so many of you are so far away and all over the world. That sucks but it gives me a good excuse to come visit. But the best thing you've all given me is peace and a reminder of who I am and what you know of me.

Tragedy plus time equals comedy. I just needed a week. I even found out some things this week but they didn't even make me upset. I felt nothing. Just final. That chapter of my life is well and truly closed forever, and as you've all said, I am better off. I don't even think about all that sadness any more and it's probably better I just don't talk about it ever again. I am doing great.

Honestly I was dreading my birthday weeks ago but now I couldn't ask for a better one. I'm getting to do my favorite thing in the world: seeing more of it.

Time to board... Try to write from Singapore.