Aasdaasdkladljkkljjkllffftth! 2003-10-19 - 8:07 p.m.
Hell, thy name is the Detroit Airport. Thou art an evil, evil place, that seems to only misplace airplanes that are going where I want to go. In either direction! Damn you straight to hell, er, Detroit!!!!
GAH.
By some miracle, my suitcase escaped the fires, I mean, the non-working escalators and evil demons, I mean, gangsta baggage handlers with nonchalantly unlaced Timbs of Hell. (About the boots: isn't that dangerous? I mean, it's an airport! What if you trip? You might get run over by a plane, and that would suck.) Anyway, I am going to go find a newspaper, unpack said suitcase, do the ethnomusicology reading that I neglected all weekend, practice the flute I didn't touch all weekend, and go the Detroit* to bed. Yup.
Goodnight all. :)
*Note: "Hell" will hereafter be referred to by its proper name. So it is written, so it shall be done. Amen. Bye.