Straight No Chaser

Rain

my mind is stuck and spinning, lp-style, on a conversation i had with jodi, once. i should take my own advice more often. i should save myself some of that encouragement every once in a while.

rain almost fucked up my entire plan for the day, but things have thus far worked out. at the airport, there was a line at least three hundred people deep, waiting to be reassigned or rerouted after the weather undid their original flights. i went to strange's class with a suitcase, still crunching on airline peanuts. it's the first time i've flown back to atlanta on a weekday morning, and the collision of worlds is jarring. to hug my mother in the morning, swiffer the floor with mel in the evening. thank god it's raining.

i did something cool with my pillows. the bed is as comfortable as ever it's been. the vents are spilling forth warm air. it's like a...what now, aaron? what's that word?