All my dreams are on their way
Mar. 2nd, 2012 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe boys are in mid-air, on their way to San Francisco.
We are told they behaved impeccably on the drive and all through check-in: curious and contented in their travel box. Awww.
They will presumably be raising merry hell by now, staggering drunkenly up and down the aisles,biting charming passengers and crew alike. Mac will certainly want to fly the plane. Barry will want snacks. Everybody's snacks.
It is warm and sunny in California. Luckily, I don't care. I like grey skies and the promise of rain and sleet, oh yes I do.
I have eight more days, during which I have to do everything I'm really bad at.
Is there some particular reason why I wasn't born a cat?
We are told they behaved impeccably on the drive and all through check-in: curious and contented in their travel box. Awww.
They will presumably be raising merry hell by now, staggering drunkenly up and down the aisles,
It is warm and sunny in California. Luckily, I don't care. I like grey skies and the promise of rain and sleet, oh yes I do.
I have eight more days, during which I have to do everything I'm really bad at.
Is there some particular reason why I wasn't born a cat?