Hello, New York! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
1) My flight was incredibly non-eventful, largely, I think, because I was heavily drugged from the time I bordered. All hail the wondrous cocktail of modern pharmaceuticals which allow me to fly thousands of miles without throwing my back out! I woke up periodically, long enough to start a new album on my iPod or spill Diet Coke on myself, and then proceeded to die again.
2) Virgin America doesn't even give you pretzels.
3) Merav and Jon collected me from the airport, as promised, and brought me back to the new house, which is built on a straight-up-and-down floorplan that causes my tiny Californian soul to flail its arms and scream 'the sky is falling! the sky is falling!' as it anticipates the coming earthquake. The house has thus far not elected to fall down. I appreciate this fact.
4) Once I am actually capable of not killing people for existing in my immediate vicinity, we'll be heading for Batya's hobbit birthday party, where we will eat mushrooms and I will hide in a corner and ink. My idea of 'time' is all fried right now, but I'm not as jetlagged as I could be.
Today's post is brought to you by the number 6 and the letter Z.
2) Virgin America doesn't even give you pretzels.
3) Merav and Jon collected me from the airport, as promised, and brought me back to the new house, which is built on a straight-up-and-down floorplan that causes my tiny Californian soul to flail its arms and scream 'the sky is falling! the sky is falling!' as it anticipates the coming earthquake. The house has thus far not elected to fall down. I appreciate this fact.
4) Once I am actually capable of not killing people for existing in my immediate vicinity, we'll be heading for Batya's hobbit birthday party, where we will eat mushrooms and I will hide in a corner and ink. My idea of 'time' is all fried right now, but I'm not as jetlagged as I could be.
Today's post is brought to you by the number 6 and the letter Z.