"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Home again, home again.

Andy dropped me off at the airport around 0615 this morning. Took 20 minutes to get through ticketing and security; not too bad. The flight was not awful either, though the thing with my sinuses (?) continues. It seems when the plane drops altitude (between certain heights), my forehead and eyeballs try to explode. It's exceedingly painful, and I'd like it to stop. It only started doing it a couple years ago, and I'm pretty sure it only happens on AirBus/MD-88-size planes.

I'm pretty much completely on board with O'Donnell about being too damn old to crash on couches anymore. Sleeping in my own bed is the best thing ever.

Anyway, an excellent trip all around. The Bag Turkey was very good, dinner with Andy's family was fun (his cousin? Yeah, teh hot), and we got to watch Kirk fight the Gorn (after going through two used VCRs Laura finally just brought one over -- and proceeded to fall asleep, pft). Got to hang out with Tom J. and Tom W. and drink some tasty beer and listen to Tom W. be loud. And obviously there was a trip to the diner (the Big Chicken continues its vigil).

Debating on what to do about food or if I just want to go back to sleep.

November 28, 2005 6:43 PM
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So yeah, just catching up on this entry now. The trick to flying without the feeling of exploding brains? Excedrin + Dramamine. Works every time.

Posted by: Michelle at December 6, 2005 9:41 PM

That could work... but consider the possibilty: If my brain simply considers that the perfect time to attempt an escape, and I drug it into not being able to *make* that attempt, it will simply find some other time to make good its leavetaking.

Perhaps better the enemy I know than the oh look something shiny.

Posted by: bda at December 7, 2005 9:35 AM
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