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Today is the last day of my trip and, unfortunately, my last day off in the next three weeks. Yes, that means I'm working Saturdays and Sundays for the next three weeks. Have I mentioned lately what a moron my boss is and how much I hate my job?

I just applied for three more jobs at the University.

I met up with star98hope yesterday and omg. She is awesome :D. We laughed and gossiped about work and fandom and we even discussed the evil and non-working Ron!cock.

Then, when she unfortunately needed to head back to work, I headed out to the FDR Memorial and wrote for like 3 hours. I had a scene that wasn't working in my head and I fixededededed it there next to the waterfall while staring at an amazing quotation about social justice.

Icee (janicechess for those that don't remember my crazy nicknames) is evil. She not only got her husband interested in Bleach but I was forced to watch a few episodes. I was all for just watching but then she said the fated words "Renji has tattoos. They go all the way down his back." and I was hooked on Renji. Not so much hooked on the anime or anything but oooh, Renji's tattoos are pretty.

I kind of sort of have a date when I get back in Tucson. I've been borrowing a lot of books from the library and the one librarian is really cute in a nerdygeekylibrarian sort of way. So we were going to go out for dinner but I was travelling so he called me yesterday while I was at the FDR and we talked for about 30 minutes, reconfirming dinner plans. So yayes for date-age.

Off to pack to get to the airport at 3. Icee very kindly is coming to pick me up and take me to the Metro so I don't have to haul my heavy bags 1.5 miles to the Metro. She really really is the bestest. I sort of want to hide under the covers and pretend that she can't see me so I never have to leave and go back to work ever again.

Also - last trip until a certain braintwin (who secretly loves my mocking of the Xena) comes to visit. Travelling only reminds me how much I hate my job :/.

oh ew

Almost back home. Am stuck in the Phoenix airport for a two hour layover. How long would it take me to DRIVE to Tucson? 2 hours. US Airways wanted fifty bucks on the offchance that I might, just might, be able to take an earlier flight. Um, yeah, no.

My tour of soft surfaces is basically over. I had plenty of them and plenty of fun, too. The last flight was a bit awkward. I wrote about 16 pages in my journal but also had to have a weird convo with the very religious people next to me. They kept asking me what I was writing and when I was getting published and I didn't want to tell them that I was writing gay buttsex between wizards in the Harry Potter world. Thus, I said "I'm sort of writing a romance novel" cause it's true, right? There's romance or, at least, my version of romance which involves plenty of break-ups and angst and character death. But still! It has romance somewhere!

My iPod battery died mid-flight. The guy in front of me was an asshole who kept thrusting his chair back into my legs. Those that have met me will attest, I'm not the tallest person in the world. So just imagine what manuevering he had to do to nail me in the knees about 30 times. Then he stands up and steps on my foot. I was in so much pain that I couldn't breathe and so I tapped him on the hip and he glared at me. So I huffed, "foot. foot. FOOT!" and he finally looked down and then went "why are you touching me?" I'M TOUCHING YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE CRUSHING MY TOES UNDER YOUR BOOTS, ASSWIPE! MOVE YOUR FUCKING FOOT! (I might have said that out loud... though it might have been "move your motherfucking foot" but I can't remember due to the blur of pain.)

Also - there's this semi-creepy kid across from me. He keeps shifting positions and he's moaning. I'm sort of suspicious that he's wanking. I'm really skeezed right now. His shoes are off and his socks are pushed into his toes and omg. He just moaned again and his hand is definitely near his waist. EW EW EW DO NOT WANT!!! DO NOT WANT!!!! If I could do scrolly text, I would. DO NOT WANT STOP THAT YOU PERVERT! EWEWEWEW

Oh god. Not travelling again for a very long time.

Dear Tucson flight - plz to be hurrying and plz to not be having me sit next to the kid. Plz. Love, me