I have writers block. Thus I will leap around from random subject to random subject.
It was quite bizarre Friday morning. I got into the DC airport at 1:00 AM and it was completely empty except for our flight. Everything felt a bit surreal anyway, cause I was so tired, and then there was this huge empty airport and this music that sounded like movie soundtrack music playing. I felt like I was in some movie or maybe a dream.
Out here everyone refers to DC as “Washington” which I find strange since Washington is a state and all.
I have my own room again. Not quite like having my own house, but still, it’s been months since I had my own room. Well I guess technically I had my own room in Oregon but it was filled with everyone else’s stuff and people always trooped through cause it was the movie room.
I am sick of writing this so I’m gonna go watch 7 brides for 7 brothers.