Awhile back I made two promises to myself
1. NEVER book a flight out of LAX earlier than noon
2. Never post miserable blogs complaining- because people don't need more crap in their lives
Well, sorry folks
The call time for the plane to Portland is in fact 8a.m.
translation for that means a 4:30 wake up call.
Notice this post is being created at 1:58.
That means the bummer summer has arrived.
That means that although Georgie Boy is racing around chasing glitter pompoms-
his person is in fact exhausted. He has energy for days at nighttime, although the day time is reserved for frozen vegetable AC, and naps on the bathroom tile
Today my place was seriously hotter than I imagine hell to be. Fourth floor with no air, and even though a real handyman came and hooked up my AC- this janky building electrical wiring couldn't hack it and it blew out a super circuit. Which means poor Viv has no Fridge and the temp is rising again.
Did I mention the 24 times my car stalled today? Or all the lists of things that never actually got done?
Well. Mercury is indeed in retrograde folks. Thanks for letting me have my official rant.
I'm off to Portland in 2.5 hours...wish me luck.