November 18th, 2004


and I thought I had nothing to say this morning

in the grand tradition of travel to the pacific northwest, I went to Seattle and caught a cold.

while it is true I probably caught it on the plane on the way up, I bet I caught it from a Seattleite on their way home.

I never get sick on the train. I think they actually allow outside air in instead of recycling cabin air and subsequently concentrating and reconcentrating the microbes therein.

here is something I thought of later that I wished I had said in the conversation auditorium and I had about this idea of god. one of the reasons I love auditorium is that she does not look at me like I'm an alien when I say these things:

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anyway after half a liter of beer this all got rather fuzzy.

I apologize to jomarch, redhots, and aimgrrrl for being too socially retarded to engineer any kind of meet-ups. I'm not sure what happened to my zest for calling Stumbling Monk nights. it seemed to be replaced this time with the desire to stay in my hotel room and feel sorry for myself. that and sleep. I slept like a mofo.

but the best news is that both cats were here upon my return. they were sitting on my bed, Santiago draped over Jackson, looking at me like oh. were you gone? Jackson complains when Santiago tries to play with him but I think secretly he likes having him around.
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