Some thoughts from the airplane:

If I were to get off the airplane and be immediately whisked away by the TSA (FBI) for intense interrogation, what would be my reaction? (And why, might you ask, would they do this? Who knows, maybe somebody planted something in my suitcase...after all, it was only closed with twist-ties. Or maybe in all their touching of my underwear some of the cocaine from the suitcase before mine got transferred into mine and their sensors picked it up and decided I was obviously from the Q. There are myriad reasons I could go into, and trust me, I thought of most of them on this flight.)

First I was thinking, who would my phone call be to? But then I decided that I really needed to pee and my first question would be, sure, I will of course come with you, but may I please use the bathroom first? I figure that knowing that I had to pee though would then be used as a form of torture in the interrogation process (not allowing me to use the bathroom). That's ok, I'm not afraid to pee on myself when necessary. (When NECESSARY, S! I'm not going to let them get to me, after all!!)

Then I got to the phone call question, and before I decided that actually they wouldn't be officially 'arresting' me, just 'questioning' me, and it's the TSA, not the police, I bet they wouldn't have to read me my rights, let me see a lawyer, or GIVE ME A PHONE CALL!! I thought about who I would call. My parents? I don't know. My dad was probably still en route home and would be no good to me, and my mom would probably just get worried. I thought about calling Paul to let him know I wouldn't be in at the proper time that night, and to have him call my parents at some point. Then I thought of calling my roommates in washington for some advice on dealing with the interrogators. But I considered that perhaps one of my roommates wouldn't want to be associated particularly with someone picked up by the FBI for whatever crime I had supposedly committed. (Hi, S!) Or that I shouldn't call the house where I took a picture of a terrorist. Hmm, great, I bet they would grab the camera out of my backpack and develop that film, too.

So overall, I really haven't come to a conclusion on this one. I suppose I really don't need to since like I said I probably wouldn't get a phone call, but really, this was bothering me a whole lot. And I would want to call somebody if for nothing else to give them a clue as to where to find my body when I never showed up again.

That's probably about as much as Summer can process right now, so I'll post more later. I've got a whole bunch.