Ah, Atlanta
With its omnipresent fried chicken joints, most of them at the airport, assaulting my delicate nostrils with the aroma of all things bad for you.
I'm hungry.
On my way back home to Boston. Sitting at the very busy AirTran gate. Going white water rafting in Maine this weekend. And also moving boxes from bedroom into kitchen to make way for Meg's things to move into my room so Kim can move into hers. Advantage Realty (my godawful broker) was very pain-in-the-arse like with this entire getting me a new apartment experience and I swear it is the most useless $1650 I have ever spent in my entire life. If you're moving to Boston, beware the broker. I've never met one that was actually good. So boxes and heavy furniture has to be moved around this weekend and I actually get to move in on the 3rd. That move I have movers for. Now if I only had a doily IN the apartment, it wouldn't be so bad.
There's a storm moving in. Joy. I'll bet my 5:59 pm flight does not take off on time. Why I expect it to do so, I don't know.
I shall read my Wired now.
2 comments:
Good luck Belko!
Mom and I may go to London next week to help w granma's med stuff.
We will be there for 3-4 weeks, can you come one weekend?
Love
Look listen, I don't know who you think I am to be summoning me to London like this. Which 3-4 weeks? When will you be there? How long will you be there? Where will we live? Wot will we do? Why are there no plans?! Do you not know me by now?! I'm an INTJ. I need a plan!
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