Noel Grey

I severely dislike flights that end up getting me home in the wee hours of the morning. I'm going to go home and crash and end up not getting up until sometime in the afternoon and that always throws my entire day off. I guess I shouldn't complain though. I do love flying and there were more than a few amazing perks that came with this trip. One is the nice, fat paycheck I have coming because it was a private flight. Another is the fact I got to spend five amazing days in LA though the best of it occurred Monday night until Tuesday morning.

And now? Now I get to go and zonk out in my own bed. Hotel beds are never as nice as your own.

Ouch the weekend sucked. Can I haz sleep now? Someone make the sheets shut up. They're too noisy. Sheets shouldn't scream. sssh. Is someone at my door?

GO AWAY! I'M ASLEEP!

It is odd that I'm having dreams about some woman that completely has me snared and yet acts as though I'm forcefully keeping her to me when I don't even have a girlfriend currently? I certainly think it is and I'm getting tired of the dreams. It seems like it is a nearly nightly thing. Perhaps my subconscious is trying to tell me something? Well I'm kindly telling it to shut the hell up, thank you very much. I'll get to things like that when I feel like it and right now I don't.

And I've just realized that they've booked me to fly not next weekend, but the one after and I can't. I somehow don't think that the USAF is going to care that they want me to fly a commercial flight from NYC to San Fran. And of course they have my schedule of my weekends as a reservist. I am not truly anticipating a fight with this, but they're going to have to work with me about it.

( Noel Grey )