FATIGUE!
3:15am EST. Wake up, shower, finish packing.
4:04am EST. WAWA! Because you can't leave for a journey/come home from a journey without first going to Wawa. PHILLY LAW.
4:43am EST. My dearest most wonderfullest husband drops me off at Philadelphia International Airport.
4:51am EST. An airport worker tries to convince me that my rolly suitcase is too large for the overhead compartment, and that I need to check the bag. I freeze her with my super-terrifying Death Glare, remove a sweater from the rolly suitcase, put it in my other bag, and go on my merry way through security.
5:01am EST. I get through security and put the sweater back in the rolly suitcase.
6:03am EST. The rolly suitcase, with the super-puffy sweater, fits into the overhead compartment JUST FINE.
6:15am EST to 9:15am PST. Flight from Philly to San Francisco.
After landing, I picked up my Big White SUV, which I have named Moby D, and used the Abrams GPS to drive up to Book Passages in Marin County. The GPS has two names--
Name for when the GPS is behaving: Buddy
"Okay, I turned left, where to now Buddy? Drive 1.9 miles? Okay Buddy!"
Name for when the GPS is not behaving: Señor Poopypants.
"What do you mean, you've lost satellite feed? Do not make me throw you into the San Francisco Bay, Señor Poopypants!"
After a massive salad at the Book Passages cafe (so good to eat something green after my breakfast of pita, cheese, and leftover hamentashen) (I don't miss airplane food, but I do miss the days when it was free) I met up with two women named Susan and Sue. They have last names. I am really, really tired and don't quite remember them. But I slurped down a mocha and Sue took me to the Marin Elementary School.
I'm not exactly sure what I said to the kids, but I was powered by mocha and adrenaline and it seemed to go pretty well. The kids were great and asked terrific questions, and I think that I answered them with words.
Back in Moby D, I drove into San Francisco and found the hotel. In order to get into the garage the receptionist, Hester (also known as AWESOME HESTER) measured Moby D and then guided me, airport tarmac employee-style, into the narrow entrance of the underground garage.
7:39pm PST. Begged the Spirit of Jet Lag to let me stay awake until at least 8 so that I could sleep through the night.
2:02am PST. AWAKE!!! Oh Spirit of Jet Lag, please oh please be merciful to me today?
I'll be at at 4:30 today--come on down if you're in the San Francisco area and you want to hear me say some words!
4:04am EST. WAWA! Because you can't leave for a journey/come home from a journey without first going to Wawa. PHILLY LAW.
4:43am EST. My dearest most wonderfullest husband drops me off at Philadelphia International Airport.
4:51am EST. An airport worker tries to convince me that my rolly suitcase is too large for the overhead compartment, and that I need to check the bag. I freeze her with my super-terrifying Death Glare, remove a sweater from the rolly suitcase, put it in my other bag, and go on my merry way through security.
5:01am EST. I get through security and put the sweater back in the rolly suitcase.
6:03am EST. The rolly suitcase, with the super-puffy sweater, fits into the overhead compartment JUST FINE.
6:15am EST to 9:15am PST. Flight from Philly to San Francisco.
After landing, I picked up my Big White SUV, which I have named Moby D, and used the Abrams GPS to drive up to Book Passages in Marin County. The GPS has two names--
Name for when the GPS is behaving: Buddy
"Okay, I turned left, where to now Buddy? Drive 1.9 miles? Okay Buddy!"
Name for when the GPS is not behaving: Señor Poopypants.
"What do you mean, you've lost satellite feed? Do not make me throw you into the San Francisco Bay, Señor Poopypants!"
After a massive salad at the Book Passages cafe (so good to eat something green after my breakfast of pita, cheese, and leftover hamentashen) (I don't miss airplane food, but I do miss the days when it was free) I met up with two women named Susan and Sue. They have last names. I am really, really tired and don't quite remember them. But I slurped down a mocha and Sue took me to the Marin Elementary School.
I'm not exactly sure what I said to the kids, but I was powered by mocha and adrenaline and it seemed to go pretty well. The kids were great and asked terrific questions, and I think that I answered them with words.
Back in Moby D, I drove into San Francisco and found the hotel. In order to get into the garage the receptionist, Hester (also known as AWESOME HESTER) measured Moby D and then guided me, airport tarmac employee-style, into the narrow entrance of the underground garage.
7:39pm PST. Begged the Spirit of Jet Lag to let me stay awake until at least 8 so that I could sleep through the night.
2:02am PST. AWAKE!!! Oh Spirit of Jet Lag, please oh please be merciful to me today?
I'll be at at 4:30 today--come on down if you're in the San Francisco area and you want to hear me say some words!
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Oct 01, 2011 05:31AM
I absolutley love youre writing omg I am reading the second popularity papers please make a 4th Lol
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Okay! PP4 will come out in Spring 2011! Just because you asked for it...
Omg thank you!!!!!!!! Oh and sorry I really dont want to sound pushy.
I realy didnt expect a real author to respond on my comment you really just made my day!!!!!!!!!!
So how did you come up with the idea the popularity papers?!
Ohh yah did PP4 come out already??
