You know what I don’t want to do anymore? I don’t want to try to figure out this damned trip I’m supposed to be taking after Korea. I’m concerned that my head will explode. Or implode. Or otherwise behave in a manner that is not beneficial for my general well-being. I *hate* this sort of thing… why does it have to be so hard? Every time I think I have it sorted, I have to change it again because some portion or another is not working out. AURGH! Aurgh, I say!