My bags got lost (very lost) on the way out to California. It didn't help that my original flight was outright canceled from Pittsburgh out here. I was in smelly smelly clothes by the end of the day on Monday and thought I would have to spend a record 3 days in the same set of clothes. Surprisingly, I have only lost my bags 2 times. Both had Pittsburgh International Airport involved. Is this the Universe telling me I should get the hell out of dodge while I still can? If the Republicans start repealing my very limited civil rights... God Save the Queen? :) Anyway, I had to keep reminding myself that I was in freaking California! I haven't been out here in 10 years and just kept smiling like a delusional idiot.
My other instance is when my feet starting hurting in San Francisco. This time it wasn't hard, I just had to look out over the bay. I mean I WAS IN SAN FRANCISCO!
I challenge anyone who still reads this to focus on the positive. Anyone who reads this obviously has electricity, running water and a soft bed to lie in. After that is there really anything we should complain about?
More soon
PS. I feel I REALLY have to comment on last nights Glee episode but I'm not sure my stream of consciousness writing would do it justice.
0 comments:
Post a Comment