I grabbed a red-eye out of LA the other night, actually missing my first flight, thanks to a traffic jam caused by this (if you are too lazy to click: lots of cabbage).
My 9:20 pm flight was a no-go, but luckily 11:45 it was! I'd never taken a red-eye, so I had NO IDEA what that entailed. Did I think it would involve major turbulence, a seat that did not recline, an ancient asian man who looked like an animatronic creature from The Never Ending Story farting in my face? NO but it did involve all of those things.
Also, I didn't get any sleep. At all.
The only music I can listen to on a plane:
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floriography
"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.
There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father
died: they say he made a good end,--" ophelia
love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.
There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father
died: they say he made a good end,--" ophelia
Jul 1, 2012
Père Lachaise
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