The Tenth
Ah... a nice "psychologically satisfying" number (as Mr. George Carlin states). For whatever reason, it seems fitting that I would have such a number the night before my...actually the morning of... my departure for Ohio. Now, I know I said I wouldn't turn this into a real journal, but hey. Deal. I must say I will miss this town for all of four days. So how awkward is leaving at 9:25 PM in Ohio, and arriving at 9:25 PM in Chicago? Ooh! I hope they have a moving sidewalk in one of these two airports. I was going to make a crack about moving sidewalks but I'm not going to. Refer to Ellen's (you know which) stand up material. Even if you don't want to know my (her) joke, you should anyway. It's good stuff. Good night Seattle.
Forecast: "Procrastinate now. Don't put it off."
Forecast: "Procrastinate now. Don't put it off."