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Because seriously? Los Angeles is kind of floating right now. Or, I'm floating in Los Angeles, which I think is a better description. I don't remember what the sun looks like. I think I'm developing low-level SAD. Everything I own is wet.

I'm fairly certain the earth is broken.

I've been totally craptacular at updating lately, and for that, I apologize. I've written half a dozen entries that I never finished. Like one about the plane ride I had home which involved (among many other things) a man in front of me having a heart attack mid-air, sopping-wet baggage, an unscheduled stop in Denver to refuel because we weighed too much and our plane was built during the Kennedy administration, my eardrums almost popping. Honestly? I could go on and on about that flight. I have also been writing an entry about the fistfight I almost got in this weekend (which I will spare the details of, because I think I may actually finish it).

Just know that if I'm not updating, it's only because I'm busy building an ark.