...And he's off
Jul. 9th, 2011 07:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWell, in half an hour I'll be off. Out of California, into a cigar-shaped tube that points home like a needle to the north.
Really don't wanna. The sky is murky-grey right now, as it sometimes is first thing; by the time it clears, I won't be here. How fair is that supposed to be?
At least the boys will be happy to see me. I think, I hope. Mac will bite me. Barry will possibly annex my suitcase. There will be a mountain of mail, but nothing exciting; all the good stuff comes vitually these days. You know that. I'm just wittering, because I don't want to turn this machine off, because that's an absolute step on the journey.
*turns it off*
Really don't wanna. The sky is murky-grey right now, as it sometimes is first thing; by the time it clears, I won't be here. How fair is that supposed to be?
At least the boys will be happy to see me. I think, I hope. Mac will bite me. Barry will possibly annex my suitcase. There will be a mountain of mail, but nothing exciting; all the good stuff comes vitually these days. You know that. I'm just wittering, because I don't want to turn this machine off, because that's an absolute step on the journey.
*turns it off*