Monday, January 22, 2007

Ugh

Why are there always the most wrecks when I am late for a plane? I think maybe the gods just don't want me in Charlotte. Ever. There must be evil there.

Also, rubber-neckers should be drawn and quartered. In front of an audience in car shaped seats that revolve around the stage in slow motion.

More travel related woes to come I'm sure.

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