The Ship Wocked and Wocked

May 27, 2008 18:34

I'm still on the goddamn plane.

Everything is slanted. Gently lifting, subsiding.

This frigging happens every time I fly somewhere (except when I flew to the USVI).

I keep thinking of everyone I saw. Of the incredible hugs from WisCon women. I wish I could've spent more time with so many people, albeit in smaller, quieter settings. I'm grateful for the time I did have. I miss you folks very much--it's bittersweet.

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