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Oct. 1st, 2011
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Oct. 1st, 2011 07:19 pmI am home!
I think the woman sitting next to me on the plane thought I was surly because I didn't realise she was talking to me for a while, I was busy staring out the window, and then I put my headphones in. I had this epiphany as I was getting into a cab to come home -- I'd just as soon have taken the CTA, but Mum gave me cash for a cab, and she worries, so whatever.
I do like it when I get the crazy conspiracy theorist cabdrivers. This one spent twenty minutes trying to sell me on the idea that fast food is a Jewish plot (something something, middle east, something something, George Bush, blah blah). But I'm pretty sure that's not the case, as I've read the Protocols of the Elders of Zion (protip: seriously boring) and the Colonel's secret recipe is nowhere in it.
I'm glad I have tomorrow to get my crap together -- lay out clothes for Monday, do some cooking, clean the apartment. Also it gives me time to finish freaking the hell out. Not that I can really put a time limit on how long I will spend freaking the hell out, but surely by tomorrow night I'll have worn myself into exhaustion and will sleep well.
I think the woman sitting next to me on the plane thought I was surly because I didn't realise she was talking to me for a while, I was busy staring out the window, and then I put my headphones in. I had this epiphany as I was getting into a cab to come home -- I'd just as soon have taken the CTA, but Mum gave me cash for a cab, and she worries, so whatever.
I do like it when I get the crazy conspiracy theorist cabdrivers. This one spent twenty minutes trying to sell me on the idea that fast food is a Jewish plot (something something, middle east, something something, George Bush, blah blah). But I'm pretty sure that's not the case, as I've read the Protocols of the Elders of Zion (protip: seriously boring) and the Colonel's secret recipe is nowhere in it.
I'm glad I have tomorrow to get my crap together -- lay out clothes for Monday, do some cooking, clean the apartment. Also it gives me time to finish freaking the hell out. Not that I can really put a time limit on how long I will spend freaking the hell out, but surely by tomorrow night I'll have worn myself into exhaustion and will sleep well.