| Saturday, September 8th, 2001
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I am sleeping in spurts this weekend apparently--at least that's what my body has decided so far. I think it refuses to rest with these damn windsa howling and swirling ana blowing at my windows. Gaaaaaaaa I HATE that sound! SO yeah...a couple hours here, a couple hours there. I just made my thirdairfare reservation for Seattle -> SF area and back. My Dad was whining about me flying into San Jose because Oakland is closer and he's got his century bike ride that day. I said I could just come in later and get sis to pick me up but he's all...no no no come as soon as you can -- He told me to check because (airline veteran he is) you can normally get a roundtrip fare flying into Oakland and back out of San Jose (he was right btw-they are "sister terminals"). SO I had to call Southwest and book over the phone cuz you can't do something like that online...only cost me a few extra bucks and my dad won't grumble. I can at least hold that fact over his head for a couple beers or something. And besides...it IS, afterall, gonna be my parents 30th Anniversary while I'm over there... I've got a hundred smackers now left over from a fully refundable fare I booked way back when the trip was stil kind of up in the air (the first flight I booked) So... Tori is touring in October. Me in country + tori touring = me seeing Tori, come hell or high water. Me + $100 dollars already spent on airfare = I am gonna see ToRi damnit. It looks as if the only show I've got a prayer of catching is in Chicago the night after groundworks. That hundred bucks pays half of the lowest airfare I've found so far. I'd book right now if I wasn't queesy about not even knowing when tickets for the show go on sale. With my luck I would book airfare and then the show would be canceled or rescheduled. Sigh. on the other hand...who knows what the airfare will cost tomorrow. So of course now I have just one more thing rolling around in my noggin to ensure I won't sleep at least until I just fall unconscious at either the computer hutch or the dinner/lunch/breakfast/coffee/whatever table. current mood: restless
1855 Chapter One is done. God it feels good to be writing again. current mood: accomplished
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