I'm packing to go away for Christmas and my carpool ride needs to be at the airport about two hours before I do. I'm not worried because airports are good places to pace. And by pace, I mean walk from end to end to the other end and back. It's usually a few miles and makes me realize that I'm in a building that is miles long. Which is creepy as my apartment (the Hobbit Hole) is exactly 20' wide by 20' long. It's a garage and pacing doesn't work in the Hobbit Hole.
I'm also morally obligated to buy at least one trashy magazine per vacation due to a binding day job agreement. And I'll definitely want some coffee. And I'm thinking now is a good time to brush my teeth, since I'm heading out very soon and I've been up for about fifteen minutes...
Moral of today's story: I shouldn't be allowed to type/write/do dishes until I've been awake for at least an hour.
An Erinku:
oh holidays
like a train wreck
we see you coming
but we just can't stop
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