Israel tomorrow. We leave at 5:30AM for the airport, then my flight is at 11AM. I'm nervous. I hate hate hate flying. Almost as much as I hate chopped liver. When I went to Israel in Dec.-Jan., I made someone hold my hand on the plane, both ways. I don't mind it once I'm up and past the take off and I can take my seatbelt off and stuff. But before
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