Tuesday, December 11th, 2007, 6:18 pm

I guess I dozed a bit on the flight home because three-and-a-half hours passed in the blink of an eye. When I printed out my boarding pass I switched my seat from the window to an aisle seat in the exit rows. Good move–there was an empty middle seat, and TONS of leg room. Something to keep in mind in the future. I’m more than willing to take on the responsibilty for saving everyone’s life if I get more leg room.

Three hours and change to get from Vegas to Pittsburgh, and nearly 90 minutes to get from the airport to my flat thanks to me hitting rush hour on the Parkway. I still felt pretty wired when I got home so I scrambled myself an egg, checked my email…and something inside my brain gave way and released a warm, bubbly tide of dopamine. I padded to the couch, threw on a Simpons DVD, and curled up for a nice little nap.

Eight hours later I jerked upright with a Daffy Duck-esque voice shrieking WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN!! in my skull. I didn’t know where I was, how I got there, what was going on…for a couple of seconds I thought I was late for work and thrashed about looking for a clock to see what time it was. The familiar blandness of my apartment calmed me down, especially compared to the dream I had, which featured me walking aimlessly through an endless casino, bright lights and tooting machines to the horizon and beyond.

Now begins the task of sorting through photographs and writing up a little post about the last few days. I’ll get on that, one I scrub the fuzz off my tongue and take a long, long shower.

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One Response to “Dreamland”

  1. mike Says:

    do you play poker around the burgh at all? Do you know of anyone who plays? Must be crazy having all these Vegas trips…

    “Drink Iron City”

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