Dear World: After the bumpiest flight ever, I made it home. And only an hour after I thought I would.
Lullabies for Small Criminals is a really emotionally draining book. I'm not even sure that's what it's called. But after getting screwed on my flight out (there were no bookstores open), I made a point of going to the bookstore before arriving at the airport. And so I had to read real literature.
And so I found myself sobbing without so much as a napkin on the airplane. It was very dignified.
Anyway, it's 11:59 and I'm home and so this is going up now.
posted by mary ann 11:57 PM