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Well, I'm back
Nov. 18th, 2003 06:38 pmAnd I hurt all over. For some reason, there's more walking involved on the return trip than there is when I go down. The train always drops me off on the LIRR tracks, instead of NJT, which means that I have to walk all the way across Penn Station to get to the subway. Then I always wind up on the wrong platform, which means I have (what feels like) a mile underground hike to the main concourse at Port Authority from the subway platform. Of course this all happens with incredibly heavy and hard to hold bags and packages, since I always come back with at least three times more than I left with. Most of that is food. My arms feel like they've been ripped out of their sockets, but I made it. Huzzah.
(Other traveling gripes: looking pathetic always gets the unwanted attention of those baggage men. Or whatever you call them- they grab your bags from you and escort you to your gate for a few bucks, because 'they're a little short today.' So what can you do? I can't do anything, except give them a couple of dollars even though I know it's a racket. But whatever.)
I really need to write down everything that happened before I forget it. So there's going to be one huge update coming, but I'll be nice and cut it for you so it doesn't take up your friends list. Since I love you all so much.
(Other traveling gripes: looking pathetic always gets the unwanted attention of those baggage men. Or whatever you call them- they grab your bags from you and escort you to your gate for a few bucks, because 'they're a little short today.' So what can you do? I can't do anything, except give them a couple of dollars even though I know it's a racket. But whatever.)
I really need to write down everything that happened before I forget it. So there's going to be one huge update coming, but I'll be nice and cut it for you so it doesn't take up your friends list. Since I love you all so much.
