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1.it started with me being a bit under the weather

2. didn’t get enough sleep

3. speeded (spad? drove speedily?)

4. direct result of my ears popping out of their sockets

5. that i am – didn’t call in sick at this point

6. started pressurizing the cabin

7. were crying

8. me undress from the waist up (really necessary?!)

9. office for 40 min.

10. me a whole bunch of crap

11. this is not a list. i just wanted to make this dense block of text easier

12. to read

_trial and error (and tribulation)

a. has pointed out that the new (and exiting) design is a bit confusing. i didn’t see it at first, but i think i understand what he means now. i will be fiddling with it over the weekend (i’m off to bangkok for a couple of days, doubt i’ll have too much free time there between massage, papaya and shopping).

see what i come up with.

p.s. i’m getting over 100 hits daily now. i love you all! (and please feel free to comment, i’ll love you even more!)

_dead-head home from yyz

1. my trusty sportsac. contains: toothbrush, floss, sanitizer, black eye pencil, a few more necessities. never fly without it.

2. glass of water. contains: water.

3. nose drops. not sure what it contains, but it works. when your eardrums are popping and your congested and achey, you don’t ask any questions. why do i always come back sick from toronto?

4. lip*rageous blue raspberry lip gloss. (framboise bleue, we’re canadian after all), contains: mineral oil, petrolatum, wax, saccharin, n&a flavors. may contain: fd&c blue 1, yellow 5, red 40, d&c red 27 & 30 (yey! all my foavourite colors)

5. my best friend, the ipod. the time: 12:26 pm. what i’m listening to: te miro y tiemblo, estopa.

_dead-head to newark

1. chocolates. shown here much larger than they actually are.

2. almond covered sponge cake. untouched.

3. some other strange pastry. here shown after some nibbling.

4. four fresh dates.

5. rolled napkin.

_found in my pocket after a flight

1. key, opens secret compartments on plane. i use maybe once every 13 flights, but when i need it, i need it.

2. folded note, basic info about the flight; names of pilots, which aircraft, my emergency position.

3. edge of bag of mixed nuts i swiped from business class. the candied pecans are the best, then the almonds. nobody eats the macademia nuts.

4. eye drops, you got it: too vain to wear glasses on the plane.

5. body shop melon flavored lip gloss. looks hot, feels sticky. it came with a gift pack and it’s the perfect size for my pocket.

6. hair clip. not mine.

7. chalva. comes with the crew breakfast. was saving it for later.

8. a button. not mine.

_bellclaire

_swap approved

_i haven’t slept in my own bed in ten days

i slept for 2.5 hours on the flight over to new york last wednesday night . (it was the stupid plane with no crew rest. i was lucky there was room in business, cuz coach just sucks). i took a short nap at the hotel thanksgiving morning, then i shared a bed with the girls in brooklyn for a couple of nights, with a couple of interruptions and best laid plans ve’chuley, ve’chuley. then back to the hotel and back on the plane (would you believe it was the same fucking plane? no beds…). because of bad planning (mine) i landed tuesday morning directly into a shitload of errands and appointments, including an evening class in tel aviv. (i deserve a medal for staying awake through that). after being awake for 36 (!) hours i decided to stay in t.a. at my brother’s place where i planned to sleep till there was no more sleep left in me. the next morning my sweet dreams were interrupted by the lock flying out of the door (yup, just like in the movie. i’m not making this up, i swear) my screaming sent the burglars running down the stairs and out the building. i ran after them (i’m not sure why) and that’s when the door slammed shut behind me… i’m on my way back to new york tonight and won’t be back till tuesday, so this whole not-sleeping-in-my-own-bed is really going to add up. where does the burglary fit into the narrative?? part of the universe being against me i guess. (add that to the elevator i got stuck in last week and the chili oil that splashed into my left eye last night) i think i’m starting to feel the birthday blues. maybe it’s just pms.

_i hate my mail box

not the virtual one, the actual hardware. arriving at home from the escape i call my job, it’s the first reminder of real life to great me. here i am, still trying to open my eyes after the short cab nap. my contacts sticking to my eyeballs because i’m too vain to wear glasses on the plane. struggling up the stairs with my over packed luggage, (you’d think i’d learn how to pack by now). my ingrown toe nail cutting into my skin as i try to balance myself in my high heel boots (another skill i should’ve mastered). i hate running into neighbors at this point. they love to stare. i guess i would too.