yeah... no.
Okay. In twenty-some hours I will be frantically trying to fogure out which bus gets me to the cedar rapids airport, but that's's beside the point. And speaking of the point, there really isn't one here. I'm just a uterus-possesing person who is trying to pack for a trip home.
It's easier, I'm sure, if you're normal. I'm not. I mean we aren't - our family - blessed and cursed with giving way too much of a shit about each other. So how do I pull this off? This whole I'm okay thing. And the dog is looking at me like he's totally judging me. And clothes! Fucking clothes and shoes. Nothing ever looks right anyway so let's bring it all. Let's bring none of it. Just hefty bag fulla crosswords and terry pratchett books. But they'd be pissed if I showed up naked, right? Fuck. I never know how to dress for travel. The post 9/11 bullet-belt wearing incident did not go over well. Wish me luck.
It's easier, I'm sure, if you're normal. I'm not. I mean we aren't - our family - blessed and cursed with giving way too much of a shit about each other. So how do I pull this off? This whole I'm okay thing. And the dog is looking at me like he's totally judging me. And clothes! Fucking clothes and shoes. Nothing ever looks right anyway so let's bring it all. Let's bring none of it. Just hefty bag fulla crosswords and terry pratchett books. But they'd be pissed if I showed up naked, right? Fuck. I never know how to dress for travel. The post 9/11 bullet-belt wearing incident did not go over well. Wish me luck.