IRRATIONAL FEAR? CHECK.

When I started fighting with my father about the name of a certain jacket or other this afternoon in R.E.I. and then proceeded to tear up and literally cry about it, I thought there might be something else going on. In fact, I was just getting a little nervous about my flight tonight, actually, in about 3 hours. Never having flown by myself before, I'm a little thrown off - but you'd think that at almost 19 I could handle something like this. Apparently not.