Thoughts while boarding a plane…:
12/19/2000 6:38 PM – Planes are interesting. I’m convinced that they’re pumping in fresh pine smell, and i’m not sure how i feel about that. It does not help the claustrophobia. There are too many children on this flight. One of them is obsessed with looking at me, but i don’t mind so much. I think he’s Greek… his family seems to be speaking Greek. The outside of the plane was ultra-marine navy blue… i laid a heavy hand on it on my way in. Fingerprints. Something permanent, until washed away. yeah. So, anyway, my collarbone hurts like hell from carrying my bookbag through the airport. I just underlined “collarbone” like a hyperlink … how sick is that? I was thinking of taking a sedative for the flight, but i’d still be doped up when i arrived in Ft. Lauderdale. I have a friend who smokes pot before every flight… but i’m incoherent and giggly enough as it is.
Ok… that’s enough. My carry-on is too fucking huge and i need to relax. love ya.
– Music: Garrison Starr – I Can’t Wait