I’m sitting in Nicole’s family room, hacking wireless access from someone in the neighborhood, and trying to get over my usual flying-ooginess. I didn’t take any motion sickness pills today (I can just hear Cyndi gasping in horror), because I’ve noticed that they seem to make me sick to my stomach, which kind of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, I also didn’t take the precaution of not eating anything while still in flight. I therefore threw up when we began to land. Blast. But it wasn’t too bad, and no one was sitting next to me, so noone else had to renact Cyndi’s trying-not-to-be-disgusted-while-still-seeming-sympathetic act (which, I must say, she did quite well). Anyway, the flight was pretty short (yay!) and uneventful (other than the landing troubles), and Nicole’s husband and daughter came along pretty quickly after I’d picked up my bags. We stopped at McDonalds for some breakfast (in the hopes that my stomach would settle, and it did seem to help), and we’re hopefully going to go meet Nicole for lunch at In&Out Burger, which I’ve always wanted to try. Tonight we’re going to drive to Taylor’s family’s beach house in Ventura, and spend the weekend there. So exciting!
In the meantime, I’m going to try and get some work done.
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