March 27th, 2002


Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jig

I am home. I am tired. I refuse to sleep until 9pm tonight so I can make the first strides at readjusting to the time here. It's not so much that I'm 5 hours off, it's that I've been up for the past 26 or so.

All of my good fortune on the ride over with my rows to myself came crashing back to me in a sick twisted display of karma when on the first leg of my journey I was seated in the center seat of the center 5-seat row between a mother-daughter from Seattle and a mother-daughter who were on a high-school band trip.

I don't remember much else. Except that a girl sitting across from me on the train from BWI to Union Station had her 3rd Edition PHB on her lap and was rolling out a PC.

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