That pretty much sums it up.  I hate to fly.  I don't have wings; it doesn't come natural to me.  But in 4 and a half hours I will be aboard a plane, defying gravity and nature and who knows what else, clinging to the arms of my tiny little airplane seat and [censored]ing off the person next to me (who will sadly not be Lex) every time I jump.  

 It's too bad I like my parents, otherwise I could stay safely on the ground, but alas, I do like my parents, and so off I go to visit.