I’m leaving on a jet plane in 23 hours and 30 minutes. I love traveling to new places, but I’m not the biggest fan of flying; luckily, there are a million at least two different uses for Benadryl. Pop one or two a half hour before the flight and then happily wake up on approach to your destination. Your last clear memory will be of take off, followed by some fuzzier scenes of peanuts and a refreshing Coke on ice sitting on the tray in front of you, rattling lightly from turbulence. That’s the way to fly baby. BOO-YA.
I just cleared out an old room full of junk in the CC, with help from Mike, in about 2 hours flat. People who love progress, efficiency and process: 1, Packrats: 0. BOO-YA.
Had a good time at the Beanery on fifth last night. I wrote a stupid blog, which I deleted later and then I had a nice rambling chat over a cup of tea with new company. 2 hours of conversation later, I made my way to the car and spent the rest of the night singing. BOO-YA.