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flying domestic

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

It was a busy morning. I got up at 06:00 as usual, then spent a quick 90 minutes packing, turning off the gas, closing the blinds, cleaning the place up, taking out the garbage, and generally getting everything in order for my trip to Miyazaki.

I checked in my bag at the counter, and until I went to board the plane I thought that all was well. But it turns out that my paints were flammable and as such were unacceptable for the flight. I wound up wangling an offer for the airline staff to mail me the paints COD instead of simply throwing them away. Which I figure is probably more than I could have obtained if I'd pointed out that the whole plane is itself flammable, as are most of the things in it.

Our plane wound up leaving late because there was so much cafluffle about the damn paints. Which I resented to a degree, because I'd shown up 45 minutes early. But, it was all over soon enough. I used the new minilaptop to watch the fourth season of Battlestar Galactica.

Upon arrival, we went to an Indian restaurant that took two hours to serve us and see us on our way. I'd say it was worth it. The food was really quite good, and I had my family with me again.

My neck is really stiff and painful. It's been that was for quite some time, but seems to be getting worse.