In Transit

[novembersmith]

Wow, so, I totally disappeared there for a bit. Whoops. Not that anyone cares, I'm sure, but here's the short list of why I haven't been on the internet lately:

--three final papers
--MY MOTHERFUCKING COMPUTER CRASHED JUST AS I FINISHED SAID PAPERS
--SEE ABOVE, WTF WINDOWS VISTA, WTF
--ensuing nervous breakdown and frantic period of re-writing which may or may not have involved injecting diet coke into my very veins. SLEEP, WHO NEEDS IT
--17 hour drive on I-95 nnnnnrrrghhhhh. I hate it when there are all these delays for construction, and then you actually pass the "construction" site and it'a an old pickup truck and a man in a hardhat standing next to it looking cross. Obviously it is necessary to close two lanes of traffic for this. Beautiful. Brake-lights stretching for miles and miles, far as the eye could see.
--random tornadoes everywhere. WEATHER. PLZ TO BE MORE TRACTABLE.
--packing for Kenya and a month spent living out of a tent in the Rift Valley = actually sort of difficult
--two weddings and one bridesmaid dress (seriously, there must be something in the water; my friends are suddenly all about matrimony o.O)
--And, best of all, SOMEHOW MY TRAVEL AGENT CANCELLED MY FLIGHT. That's right. My travel agent decided to cancel my tickets without telling me, so that when I went up to the airline desk with my reservation, all proud and packed and ready for adventure, the little man at the counter said, "Somebody made a whoopsie! Tee hee!" A WHOOPSIE. WTF, LITTLE MAN. A whoopsie is DROPPING A CUP OF TEA. THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING CATASTROPHE. Then I had a very serious talk with my travel agent about how if she didn't fix things I was going to kill her with lemon wedges. And also knives. And then everything worked out! Except now I keep having minor heart palpitations. HELLO, WORST NIGHTMARE EVER, HI.

So yes, because I beat various people into submission with my mind and the sheer power of my enormous freak-out, I am now chilling in the Boston Airport, waiting for my connection to London Heathrow and THEN NAIROBI! \o/ That is, if everything works out. I am sort of intensely suspicious that somehow I am going to get stranded in London and/or sold into Belgian slavery. I MISSED YOU ALL, THOUGH. I'm really sorry if I didn't get around to answering everybody's comments on the MSG post. I'm going to do so right now! You guys are all so awesome, seriously. And hopefully I'll write up a PATD post in the next two days while I'm being shuttled about the globe. And maybe I'll finish my Frank/Gerard epic, which I have managed to reconstruct from the wreckage of my crashed computer. (Sad truth: losing the Epic almost upset me more than losing 30-40 pages of academic writing, but luckily I have multiple versions saved in my email. Not so lucky when it came to my papers. My priorities... may be slightly askew.)

So, um. Yes. Did I miss anything exciting while I was lost in a sea of terribleness? I hear Hemmy was a ringbearer, which I have to tell you was the one ray of light in my otherwise blackened life. HEMMY. PETE. HOW ARE YOU REAL.