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so i'm in Vancouver. barefoot, not eating lunch, not reading my History notes. already there's an pervading sense of loneliness i can't place.
the flight was shit, mostly because it was sixteen hours long. i spent half of it out cold, and the rest squeezed uncomfortably in the aeroplane's excuse for a chair. Vancouver is pleasant; i can't go into detail right now, but it has little cottages, road signs in French, and a full view of the Pacific.
a squirrel just darted past the window. i think i'll go out by myself in a while.
vicks and liz, it's a well-established fact that you crack me up. i have regular Internet access, so i'll try to be online at an earthly hour. same goes for you, slag.
the flight was shit, mostly because it was sixteen hours long. i spent half of it out cold, and the rest squeezed uncomfortably in the aeroplane's excuse for a chair. Vancouver is pleasant; i can't go into detail right now, but it has little cottages, road signs in French, and a full view of the Pacific.
a squirrel just darted past the window. i think i'll go out by myself in a while.
vicks and liz, it's a well-established fact that you crack me up. i have regular Internet access, so i'll try to be online at an earthly hour. same goes for you, slag.