I just got off the bus at 5:35 right by where Mischa Collins is supposed to be, and there was already a big crowd of young women on the sidewalk. I'd estimate about 40 people.
Also, we got canvassed in person for the first time today - just a sticker left on the door - and Dillo is very excited about it!
I shall do some basic grocery shopping this evening then order a calzone for tomorrow while watching happy movies and surfing election websites intermittently. Note to self: get a universal remote for the BluRay player so I can watch the commentary on Fellowship of the Ring. I need to listen to some Hobbit actors being snarky and talking over Sean Astin.
I got a ride home. As long as I'm horizontal I don't feel so bad. I hope this doesn't last too long.
-t, I'm glad you got a ride home. I hope the headache eases up soon.
Co-worker as she was leaving : "See you tomorrow for the apocalypse!"
At the rate my flight keeps getting pushed back—arrival time is now 11:59 pm CST—I may still be in the air for the poll results tomorrow. Get it together, United! Though I suppose blowing up my phone with multiple delay notices is better than just waiting at the gate with no idea when we're leaving.
LAX was its usual fiasco, but the LA-Denver leg was the most comfortable large commercial flight I've been on. And for the first time, I've seen an airplane lavatory with enough room to do one's business. People being able to join the Mile High Club actually looked to be physically possible!
We decided to go to a restaurant about 15 minutes away, which turned out to be a bad decision when it started raining torrentially. And the restaurant wasn't even that good.
And my back is killing me, and nothing seems to be making it better, and it's really fucking frustrating, not to mention owie.
Arrival time now 12:19 am. Stranded in Rockies, considering tradition of resorting to cannibalism to make it through.
The Denver airport has a Ben and Jerry's. At least, the terminal I flew through does.
I imagine Matt struggling through the snow-covered mountains, glaring at his unpleasant but well-fleshed seatmate, while Dana rigs up a complicated system of trebuchets and rockets to get him some Ben&Jerry's by direct air delivery to save him from resorting to long pork.