talking trash to the garbage around you
it was a trial of patience getting here yesterday. i wore a skirt and some flats since it was such a nice day, but only when i got there did seattle decide to start acting like itself. it was a battle against friction getting up to second avenue with flat shoes, at such a steep angle and the bricks running and slippery with water. i was soaked and frazzled by the time i got on the bus, and more wary of the other riders than usual. a guy on the bus back in poulsbo didn't know the meaning of personal space, asked too many questions, smelled like garbage and insisted on singing "see you when i get there" when he saw my suitcase. but the guy on the seattle bus didn't say anything at all, just listened to rider on the storm loudly on his headphones and i listened next to him as we pulled out from beneath the storm clouds.
after a delay, a malfunctional flap on the plane's wing and having to change planes at sea-tac, finally got here at about one. it took two hours to drive to the springs. i only drove half of it, but i was so fuzzy and afraid we were going to crash, going at 80 like that. i'm still so sleepy. and too full, after having gotten a little overzealous with a subway sandwich since i hadn't eaten anything since about 5 yesterday.
right now i'm reading a good book, i'm listening to good music, there's a comfy bed to sleep in, and a rick who'll be home in the morning.
after a delay, a malfunctional flap on the plane's wing and having to change planes at sea-tac, finally got here at about one. it took two hours to drive to the springs. i only drove half of it, but i was so fuzzy and afraid we were going to crash, going at 80 like that. i'm still so sleepy. and too full, after having gotten a little overzealous with a subway sandwich since i hadn't eaten anything since about 5 yesterday.
right now i'm reading a good book, i'm listening to good music, there's a comfy bed to sleep in, and a rick who'll be home in the morning.