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syncope at 03:49am on 22/08/2008
syncope at 03:49am on 22/08/2008Good god.
I didn't sleep last night (which will be two nights ago when you read this) because I had to be up at three to get to the airport. When I made me flight reservations, I asked for ONE SPECIFIC SEAT on all my flights and I ended up w/ 1. a seat on DANGER ROW aka the door hatch seat and 2. the VERY LAST ROW: aisle. I almost told the stewardess (no longer called this, correct, but I can't remember...oh flight attendant) that I "could not perform the duties" of this seat because I was jacked up on lack of sleep and valium, but with quick thinking I decided I would rather have ME on drugs in this position in case of emergency rather than the some other knuckle-dragger of dubious intelligence and ability to cope with stress sitting shotgun to death. On the second flight, I asked the sweet midwestern girl sitting by the window if she would swap w/ me, and she did. However, sitting in the LAST FUCKING ROW meant the seats had no give so I still couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep. Oh well, fuck a duck.
This just set me up to go to bed at nine thirty eastern. Haha. That's six thirty my time! Of course I'm up again at three in the morning. I accidentally woke my poor mom up and she's all blearily "whatcha doing'?" and I'm like "having a snack and A DRINK and going back to bed. fell asleep at nine thirty" and I only had to tell her that because she went to bed before me...
because she had oral surgery today. Yeah, the weekend of her birthday. POOR MOMMY. The drugs made her very nice about me living in LA, though. We looked at maps and talked about her and my aunt coming out to visit soon and I even endured track and field at the Olympics.
Also she didn't tell my grandparents I was coming. Typical family hilarity. Everyone loves to lie in my family. Sometimes I just don't get it. Why not tell them I'm coming? My mom and aunt's reasoning? The plane crash in Spain would have set them off and they would have flipped out. Ok, I can see that. That happened YESTERDAY. I made my plans weeks ago. ??? I suppose that begs the question of why I didn't tell them myself...hahaha we are insane!
Anyway, it's four in the morning in Ohio. Hello everyone, I made it here. All I'm doing this weekend is eating. The question is: can I get my aunt to make paella?
I didn't sleep last night (which will be two nights ago when you read this) because I had to be up at three to get to the airport. When I made me flight reservations, I asked for ONE SPECIFIC SEAT on all my flights and I ended up w/ 1. a seat on DANGER ROW aka the door hatch seat and 2. the VERY LAST ROW: aisle. I almost told the stewardess (no longer called this, correct, but I can't remember...oh flight attendant) that I "could not perform the duties" of this seat because I was jacked up on lack of sleep and valium, but with quick thinking I decided I would rather have ME on drugs in this position in case of emergency rather than the some other knuckle-dragger of dubious intelligence and ability to cope with stress sitting shotgun to death. On the second flight, I asked the sweet midwestern girl sitting by the window if she would swap w/ me, and she did. However, sitting in the LAST FUCKING ROW meant the seats had no give so I still couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep. Oh well, fuck a duck.
This just set me up to go to bed at nine thirty eastern. Haha. That's six thirty my time! Of course I'm up again at three in the morning. I accidentally woke my poor mom up and she's all blearily "whatcha doing'?" and I'm like "having a snack and A DRINK and going back to bed. fell asleep at nine thirty" and I only had to tell her that because she went to bed before me...
because she had oral surgery today. Yeah, the weekend of her birthday. POOR MOMMY. The drugs made her very nice about me living in LA, though. We looked at maps and talked about her and my aunt coming out to visit soon and I even endured track and field at the Olympics.
Also she didn't tell my grandparents I was coming. Typical family hilarity. Everyone loves to lie in my family. Sometimes I just don't get it. Why not tell them I'm coming? My mom and aunt's reasoning? The plane crash in Spain would have set them off and they would have flipped out. Ok, I can see that. That happened YESTERDAY. I made my plans weeks ago. ??? I suppose that begs the question of why I didn't tell them myself...hahaha we are insane!
Anyway, it's four in the morning in Ohio. Hello everyone, I made it here. All I'm doing this weekend is eating. The question is: can I get my aunt to make paella?
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