But who can decide what they dream, and dream I do....

This is about the point where I decided fuck it, I've got two & a half hours left, I'll just start out longhand. There's a Cheers wanna-be in terminal B of Logan calling itself Killian's Boston pub that seems as good as anywhere. Snag a stool from another guy that has a laptop, & pull out the legal pad I've been carrying all week, just in case. Funnily enough, it's been used, just not for the project intended. That second installment is still untouched & waiting for me to get back to L.A. Might even work on it tonight after I get laundry started, since the Zoey-monster won't be back until after 1 am from her dog sitter's house. (Four days, and Zoey's got Cho wrapped around her stubby little tail. Figures.) No, a week of reduced internet access had me scrawling things out madly every so often, including the letter that you never send that Sheryl Crow talks about in her Crash & Burn. At this point, writing is almost frustrating, since I honestly type faster than my longhand, and my pen can't seem to keep up with the pace of my brain like a keypad can.

Hold on to me now, you know I can't stay long.....

Which brings us to the now, where I sit with an empty (yes, Bastion - empty) pint glass in front of me with first Liz Phair, and then Evanesence to keep me company. I just saw one woman pass by with badly feathered mall bangs - I guess no one delivered the telegram that 1991 called & they want their hair back. The woman behind her has on one of the infamous striped Snap scarves, and Banana Republic clogs that I returned after the heel almost caused me to break my ankle. Seeing her reminds me that a) I need a new second job & b) asking for time off means nothing, as I had two calls asking me to come into work by the time I got to New Hampshire last Thursday night and kept getting messages until I found out I'd been scheduled for 22 hours this week, despite the fact that I was, ya know - three thousand miles away. This resulted in me already having a 10 - 4 shift to work tomorrow. Whatever. The important thing is that I'm not bitter, right?
Totally.

Therefore, on that happy, totally not-bitter note, I'm going to take my leave & bid you adieu, dear readers. It's 3:45, I've got the next update done (including a rather odd webfu contribution from Sam involving a singing midget), so I think I'll go break in the David Gray CD that DarkLady gave me for Christmas while I work on The Hobbit. If I finish it, I'll go buy Timeline and just use my imagination to conjure up the eye candy part. Happy Holidays, kids. Be good, and don't blow anything up while I'm gone.

Terminal B
Logan Airport
3:50 pm.
12/26/03

You think I need you to save me
But that's not quite true
'cause maybe if we do this right
I'll end up saving you too...