It's 12:30 AM--do you know where your Cindy is?
If not I'll tell you. I'm in Dallas. And I'm freakin' hungry. After a lovely little bomb threat at the Dallas airport my flight got in at about 9:30. It took me until 11:30 to get to the hotel. The good news is that I've got a private hotel room, I don't know why, possibly because of my connections with West. The bad news is that everything is close or far away and I've had a bag of mini-pretzels for breakfast. Not cool. But I don't know what to do! I think that my choices are go to bed and wolf down breakfast like there's no tomorrow or go buy an outrageously priced coke and drink down those sweet, sweet calories.
I'm thinkin' that if my coke fix wasn't a vending machine I'd go all 'Falling Down' on his ass. Le sigh. I suppose that since they are making us get up at an ungodly hour I should just wait for breakfast.
On another note I've been having very odd dreams. I had one involving Lindsay, a middle school friend and a few other people that I can't remember, and woke up wanting to put it on my LJ. When I went to do that I found that I couldn't sign on before the computer made my fight pirates in a video game. Dream within a dream. It was trippy.
Well, I'm going to go sleep in the buff in my king-sized bed since I got the private room. Caio, all!
I'm thinkin' that if my coke fix wasn't a vending machine I'd go all 'Falling Down' on his ass. Le sigh. I suppose that since they are making us get up at an ungodly hour I should just wait for breakfast.
On another note I've been having very odd dreams. I had one involving Lindsay, a middle school friend and a few other people that I can't remember, and woke up wanting to put it on my LJ. When I went to do that I found that I couldn't sign on before the computer made my fight pirates in a video game. Dream within a dream. It was trippy.
Well, I'm going to go sleep in the buff in my king-sized bed since I got the private room. Caio, all!