Thank you for today. It went well. Did you have a hand in it? Why was it so smooth? Was it me? Did I help without knowing it? No it wasn't me. And it wasn't you. It was those sleeping pills. Jesus, thank you for those goddamn pills. They turned my complaining bickering bitch-ass nature into a comatose non-verbal almost dead silence which allowed me to not feel the anguish of a travel day. Amen.
Monday, January 12, 2009
That was easy
Today was almost perfect. I packed my CLEAN laundry which fit into my bag with ease, had a big free breakfast sans BSCB, enjoyed my wait at the airport using their free wi-fi, slept all the way from Sacramento to Dallas (a 3 hour flight) thanks to the sleeping pills I bought in Canada, was smart enough to get a sammich at the airport before the 2 hour bus ride from the airport to my hotel in Tyler, Texas, got another small meal at Sonic and am now enjoying a silent room alone before I go to bed. But before I go to sleep, I want to say a prayer to Jesus. Not the one I am paid to scream at. The real one.