It's official - i'm a fucking moron. Instead of intelligently, carefully reading my flight confirmation sheet last night, i gave it a cursory glance to check my flight time. I see 11:55 and like it, so it makes sense to me that it's my departure time. However, a much more careful reading, which i performed at 9:45 on the train to the airport, reveals that 11:55 is in fact that flight's arrival time in Newark. Happy day. However, being on a train at 9:45 does nothing for a flight that in reality, and not the reality i was living in last night, departed at 9:30. First time in my life i've ever missed a flight, a train, a bus, any time of departure. I blame it on being travel weary after 3 weeks of constant movement in 2 countries. Or, i'm just an ass, which seems more likely at this point. Things lost I would love to have back: reading that fucking sheet last night, so i would be getting into NYC around noon instead of 10 tonight. Now i have to fly to Boston, and then take a bus from boston to NYC. Could be worse, and at least i don't have to pay for another hotel, but fuck me.
stella_marie:
i cant believe you are coming home already. didnt even cross my mind that at some point you would. im warning you i took ambien a few hours ago so i might not remember this. its amazing how the mind plays tricksw on us. when i look at things, patches keep moving. when i move my hands, i see trails. and yeah, that lennon song is amazing. the music itself is the perfect description of what insomnia feels like. ok, i going to play with my 15 hands then gfo back to sleep.
stella_marie:
im goign to my parents house till tuesday. let me know when you get into the city. its about fucking time we hang out 
