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either i don’t give one iota of an inkling of a thought or shit about anything

or i’m too overwhelmed to take in my surroundings to give a truly reflected statement of how i feel about the situation.

my flight is soon and the terminal is getting busy. i’m gonna keep going. only bought 30 mins of WiFi.

i’m workin’ on my donk moves.

I wrote this previous to writing “I Sleep in Shifts” (Timestamp is indeed an approximation since I wrote it at 6am and then at 2pm in different time zones and while flying as well)

I’m also not proof reading this because I don’t know how much internet time I’ve got right now….

A Test of Patience.

So far so good, you know I’ve got patience that stretches thin for days. Some might even call it so patient it borders passiveness.

But man this trip has been a grueling blessing, beyond lack of sleep for the past two weeks, how about a list:

* Babies wearing Crocs & wearing leashes. Annoying? How about same baby wailing for the entire flight from Van to San Fran? I think he was partially crying over his idiot parents and their choices for his personal style. The cute half azn baby directly behind me looked like Nico and we peaked at each other and giggled when staring out the windows. Sometimes we smiled so hard he’d reach out for squeeze on my accepting finger.
* Yogi man stretching @ 6am in the airport requesting if I’m comfortable enough to watch his bags while he runs to the bathroom. I thought that was the one rule, don’t leave bags unattended. I guess I was attending them. “I’m comfortable if you are comfortable” I said. Who wouldn’t be comfortable in wool socks and Birkenstock clogs?
* Lady in first class wearing a fur coat to the floor. Who does she think she is? Denzel in American Gangster? Her man’s hair definitely had some help with Ro-Gain or plugs or something. So full!
* How about sitting on a plane for an hour in Van only to get off it cos it’s broken. Get on another plane and sit for another hour to finally take off and land late enough for me and a few others to JUST miss our Miami flight. At least the airline put me up in a lovely room at the Marriot with the softest King Size bed ever

(Total time spent in King Size: 1:15am to 4:38am = 3h 23 mins)

and a delicious (almost) free huge margherita pasta midnight “snack” c/o room service.

NOTE TO SELF: Fucilli, cherry tomatoes, shitake mushrooms, olives, capers, sundried tomatoes, fresh parmesean grated FAT, olive oil, parsley, other stuff. I’ll recreate it for The Nest sometime soon. Welcome home Tabs?

* Being “randomly” selected to be searched more thoroughly!

Oh wait, first the young filipino thought I was ultra cool with my beat up alife’s. he got kind of choked that i use them to stomp around in instead of praising them for their… what? Made in Vietnam goodness? Then he told me I was “randomly” selected. Was it cos I said that. Oh wait, I also just checked the tongue, they were made in Brazil.

So they didn’t find the burnt DVDz *phew* but they did take away all that Sensodyne I brought for mi ma & pa.

Jerks, They aren’t even going to give it to the needy, they’re just going to throw BRAND NEW FUCKING TOOTHPASTE THAT’S ALREADY EXPENSIVE in the garbage. I felt so violated as they unpacked my life for the next two weeks I couldn’t help but get a little choked up. No tears, just mean mugs and a slough of questioning from me. How do you explain to an airport employee that airport employees are shady? Except the black dude at customs in Vancouver, he’s my favorite interaction with staff so far. Of course, it was in Van.

I can see the edge of Florida like a map! It’s been a while Miami, wish I could stay longer. Gia Anne-Marie, we’re so close but so far right now!

So excited I could cry. Does that answer your question Labs? Overwhelmed. Haha.

Sometimes I even dream.

For instance, just now, I awoke and my plane had no top half and was driving down Robson, the wings retracted to the sides like penguins to accommodate to the narrow lanes. Drea was beside me and all my favorite peoples were behind me safely buckled up, fresh air in their hair and partying like one of those college bus tours. What are they called?….I dunno, those ones where you go ‘club hopping’. It was sunny and we had no direction.

Did anyone ever see that TV movie about that flight (I think it was en Edmonton) where the top half of the plane ripped off and seats of people were just ripping out into the sky and the few survivors had metal scraps from the plane grafted onto their faces like clothes on burn victims but metal.

My plane didn’t make it to Robson street like that, I just woke up from my nap and we were just down there doing our thing.

I recently jolted up from a nap on this SF to Miami flight groggy and confused but pleasantly surprised.

BBC wildlife in the arctic are on the TVs (good, we need it. we as in humankind) lining the lane of this american airline. I’ve watched it so many times I could hear David Attenborough without my headphones. I thought of all my peeps and then looked out the window to see patchwork field (probably all corn) spots of fires, vast blue skies. I think I’m over Texas. They said we’d go over Texas. It’s amazing how horribly alarming the polluted waterways look. It looks like spotted rust or a pint of beer gone moldy. It makes me not want to eat anything ever. I’m feeling quite helpless.

A couple planes passed below and I realize how fast we are going. On the flight to San Francisco last night, I counted 10 planes in our vicinity and contemplated the likeliness that any two of us would collide. Doesn’t make me wanna stop traveling at least. The Golden Gate Bridge lights looked like an amazingly accurate scale model.

Now we are over what looks like ocean and the water is so still with swirls it almost looks like sky. I think this might be where all that horrible hurricane shit went down because there are roads connecting in and out of pools of water. I’ve never seen tragedy from above. From the once connected roads, there’s a few industrialized islands with no signs of life. I can see a mad speedboat tho.

Yeah, the water looks dangerously red & brown. I wish I hadn’t forgotten my camera. If they had digi’s at the airport I would’ve purchased a new one. I would talk about it with the lady beside me (who kindly gave me her seat since everytime she went to the bathroom I’d take it so I could look out the window) but I’d rather write to myself.

It looks lonely. The ocean just swallowed the earth and there’s bits of old life peeking out. Tops of life that used to exist. I can see the red fade into a beautiful clear blue with I think we’ll be in Miami soon. maybe an hour.

What if this is my hood while I still live in it. Guess that’s how I’m going out.

I’m in the air somewhere… I think it’s still morning. I’m posting this when I land and buy some internet time (which should be free if you aren’t going to be in one place at one time)

i can’t put myself to bed early enough as hard as i try, to have the assertion to rise on the right side of the bed.

i don’t think there’s anything right about alarms going off at twenty to six in the am.

2 more of these and i better be back to my good ol’ lunch rush. 2 more of these and i’m on my way.

(long pause to surf and get lost)

wait…are those… are those my eyelids closing? i think… i can fall asleep long before 1 am. g’nite

blankets.

loads to be told at the moment so behold…it really is a beautiful thing. in 3 more work days… i’m flying to panama. *que musiq, you kno it*

i’d count down by sleeps but there’s too much to do and think about, not enough time to sleep. blankets.

this evening i think i’ll do just that. on the cold beach. oh wait, i can’t get back into the apartment becos i have no key. i’ll still go do that.