Words Written: ~750 in the airport, more to comeUgh. I didn’t sleep well, got to the airport late, and managed to leave my credit card in the check-in machine—and this time, when I went back, it was gone. (You never get a reminder to remove your card nor does the machine spit it out for you at the end. And when you’re juggling your new boarding passes and your carry-on and you have to haul your suitcase back off the scale and drag it across the airport to the security screeners…) I miss Ken. It’s a full flight. (I offered to give up my seat, but they didn’t want me, because of the difficulty of ensuring I made my connecting flight. Since my massage therapist canceled on me tonight due to an emergency, I really had given up caring just how long I sat at LAX. And I could’ve really used that free flight. Oh well.)
But I just spent about an hour and a half writing up my Styxfest wrap-up report, which is overdue anyway. I’ve got three hours at LAX, so I’ll get some lunch, hang out next to the one working outlet in the 80s gate area, and get some writing done.
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And because my day apparently could get more thrilling, I arrived home to discover that my car had been towed. (This would be my old car, which had been parked in front of my house for the nearly three years that we’ve lived here. My new car is in the shop getting that dent repaired. Apparently there’s a law here that you can’t park on the street for more than three days. Apparently it goes into effect after two years and nine months, the day you’re getting home from a vacation. That’s right, they towed it this morning. My heartfelt thanks to our tenant and the guy across the street, both of whom tried to reason with the cop. So anyway, that’s approximately $200 I owe to the police, and who knows how much the towing place will charge. Hopefully it’s not too much, because I had to cancel my damn credit card.)Is it too early to start drinking?
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Currently Reading: Perdido Street Station, China Miéville
Lately Listened To: An Ancient Muse, Loreena McKennitt
Recently Watched: the empty space where my goddamned car should be
8 comments:
On a day like that one, it's never too early to start drinking. *sends virtual booze, since I'm too far away to come over with a bottle of something tasty and alcoholic*
What an annoying end to what sounded like a lovely trip.
I agree - never too early. Remember, it's five oclock somewhere. :D
Sorry that your trip ended that way. Good news is that no one broke into your home for the cat to shed to death right?
Always an upside...
Oh geez! I'm so sorry. Somewhere it is after noon. Bottoms up my dear! {{{hugs}}}
Hope
You have my deepest sympathy -- doubled. Two shoes are more than enough.
Mom/Joan
I had to laugh at the image that somewhere, there was a 3 legged alien waiting to drop a big ass shoe on you. I wonder if alcohol helps cure jetlag?
Darlin', you can't get jet lag without changing time zones! LOL!
Weeeeeeeeeell. . . . I was actually referring to my jetlag, but who says you can't get jetlag from changing timezones? Is that a rule? I think jetlag has more to do with being away from home & outside your comfort zone... but that's just me.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jet_lag
;-P
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