Manichevitz and the Sun
I'm not actually in Miami, but I'm pretty darn close. I missed not being able to write in my blog at work today.
I hated being on 2 airplanes today. Such a shlep. And those little planes scare me. I felt like any second I was going down with the Big Bopper and Richie Valens. But I instantly met a "single-serving friend" who was reading a dummy's guide to the bible, which I just thought was so interesting to bring on the plane and maybe even a little comforting. She practically told me her life story about her and her son and her friend that she was seeing, and I added my random thoughts here and there. And that was that. But all that airplane, searching, taking off shoes, stowing crap was worth it in the end because I got to see a really pretty sunset in Florida and it's probably the nicest night. Ahhh.
Tomorrow I'll be swimming in a heated pool in 75 degree weather. Double ahhh.
I probably won't blog again until Monday because I'll be doing the horrah and getting blitzed. Word.
2 Comments:
I hope you get a sunburn and drown or get boiled alive in your heated pool.
Oooo, Jealous?
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