Travel days are strange days that occur in some sort of suspended annimation. They happen much too slowly and all at once. They're an odd mix of frantic energy and doing nothing for stretches so long your brain goes numb.
Yesterday was a lot like that. This morning feels a lot like that. I'm stuck with a sort of travel hangover: jet lag and too much dry airplane air. Soon though I'll crawl out of bed and venture out in search of food. I don't know what else the day will hold but I have a feeling it'll involve a mustard yellow chair and a good book.
Yesterday was a lot like that. This morning feels a lot like that. I'm stuck with a sort of travel hangover: jet lag and too much dry airplane air. Soon though I'll crawl out of bed and venture out in search of food. I don't know what else the day will hold but I have a feeling it'll involve a mustard yellow chair and a good book.
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