April 7, 2003
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I’m leaving, on a jet plane…
*mutter*
I just realized that since I packed light enough to carry everything on, I’ve either got to have someone else carry my pocket knives or go without.
Me. Without a pocket knife. That’s gotta be a sign of armageddon.
2nd and 4th amendments? What’re those? At least I’ll be carrying my copy of the Bill of Rights, Security Edition. We’ll see if they let me keep it.
It doesn’t help that I’m in a bad mood. I’m a bit tired and I’d really rather be staying here than leaving town. Actually, I’d rather be at home, in bed.
(btw, miss you too)
