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[trinityvixen]

I need to stop taking red-eyes. Or, alternatively, I need to remember to drink a liter of red wine and take a few Benedryl before getting on one so, whether my body likes it or not, it has to sleep on the ride home.

I had a great time in San Francisco, but the trip was rounded out by being a) 1.5 hours late because of weather in New York headed out; b) getting slightly motion sick on that plane ride; c) taking a red-eye back which I've not even barely recovered from despite approximately 15 hours of sleep taken since...

and d) coming home to my apartment last night (after spending some time with viridian for her birthday--Happy Belated Birthday!) to find poop on my doormat.

Poop. It looked to be the consistency and size of cat poop. This is all that is saving the many yappy dogs in our building from summarily being executed. I don't know why a cat is running around pooping on my doormat, but until I discover otherwise, I'll assume that the stupid yippy dogs are not guilty. THIS TIME.

And now I will disappear to study for the next twenty-four hours since between nausea, an adorable two-year-old, and extreme exhaustion, I haven't done half the studying I ought to have done for my test. Which is tomorrow. Joy.

(If anything happened that was interesting, let me know. I will try to go through LJ, but as soon as I'm done with the test, I have to get together my lab report and work on a lab design for the day after. Come Thursday night, I'll be a basketcase! Woo!)

Comments

[six-demon-bag.livejournal.com]

Yikes. Hope you get back on track, sleep-wise, soon, but I'm glad you at least had a time in SanFran. Worst travel experience I've ever had: a fifteen hour bus ride from here (Kalamazoo, MI) to Minneapolis departing late Thanksgiving Eve and arriving mid-late Thanksgiving morning. The bus was packed filled to capacity and I was stuck next to a troll-ish ex-convict who insisted on passing the time by telling me about his time in jail. I blocked him out for the most part, just nodding and "mm hmm"ing now occasionally while focusing on Man In The Iron Mask, which was playing on the TV up front. Anyway, that was just the first half of the trip, to Chicago, and the second half wasn't any more pleasant. Bottom line: don't take a bus any kind of distance on Thanksgiving Eve or any other particularly busy time if it can be avoided.

Ugh, I'd be pretty pissed off about the poop on my doormat. I kind of hope it's the dogs 'cause stupid yippy dogs are one of the bains of my existence and I'm always happy to have more reason to despise them.

Anyway, I'm rambling. Good luck on the exam!

[ecmyers.livejournal.com]

Bah. So when you came home, you were pooped both literally and figuratively...

*runs and hides*

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Yikes! Sounds like you've had, by far, one of the worst travel stories I've ever heard. Good thing you made it out of that one okay, if slightly freaked.

As for yappy dogs: I got reeeeally strange looks from my dog-loving roommate when I declared that all those toaster-sized, curly-haired white dogs needed to be put to death. I'm...not really joking. I wouldn't want to kill a bunch of puppies, or nothing, but maybe we could just sterilize all the ones we do have? These dogs need to un-exist.

Thanks for the good luck--I'm definitely going to need it.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

You're so lucky that I was paranoid and took the garbage from the litter and the doorstep right the hell down to the basement.

Otherwise? For that comment? You might have ended up with the poop on your toothbrush. I'm just saying.

[six-demon-bag.livejournal.com]

It wasn't freaky -- the ex-con was not an intimidating guy at all -- just long, hot and uncomfortable.

I wholeheartedly agree. Let's start a petition!

Welcome. =)

[lithoglyphic.livejournal.com]

So agree about red-eyes. I took one back from San Francisco the other month thinking it would be no big deal at all, and it had me hating life for about 36 hours afterward.