I always do this. Wait until the last minute, or at least late the night before my trip, to pack everything. Heck, even now I’m goofing around on the computer instead of packing my socks into neat little rolls. At this time tomorrow I’ll be touching down in a different hemisphere with another stamp on the old passport. Beef jerky, gummy bears, and iPod locked, loaded, and ready to go. I’ll post again while out and about if I get a chance.