No, just kidding, I do not think you would like to read that. But the fact remains that I haven't made one for this trip, and I'm not sure if that's because California doesn't seem like a whole other place where they might not have your stuff, and last time we traveled we went to a place that was a whole other place that definitely wouldn't have your stuff and where am I? Oh yeah, it doesn't seem so imperative to list when you're going somewhere that can provide everything you could possibly need. And we'll have access to those places that will provide for our needs. So yeah, anyway, I'm going listless. For those of you who know me, this is like other people shooting up heroin and having sex with five people in one night. It's risky behavior, and I'm sure when I don't have, say, underwear, I'll be sorry for it. No, that probably won't happen. It won't be underwear I forget. It'll be something else completely necessary and completely irreplaceable, something that I can't think of right this moment. Sam, maybe. I'll forget Sam.
Anyway, as you can tell, I am traveling. And usually, I am against traveling with my laptop, but what with the fantasy football and the blogging, I find myself not wanting to beg computer time from Sam. I went out and bought a foam sleeve thingy, so I can slot my mac right into my normal carry-on (the computer drastically reduces the amount of book space, which is depressing. What if I finish one book and bring the wrong replacement. I usually carry 5-6 books around on any given day, just to make sure I've got the right one around. This computer? MESSING THAT UP.), and so that it will be easy to pull out and have x-rayed. And then in CA, there is the magical thing called wifi that will enable me to jet-laggedly post when we land. So never fear, fresh entries for all the days I'm gone. I only mean fresh as in new, you understand. I can't promise anything original and exciting.
Oh, and don't tell me to put books in my suitcase. I know that; I will definitely be doing that. But when you're strapped into your airplane seat and looking at dismay at the book in your hand and your other 5 books are in your luggage somewhere in the belly of the beast, there's not much you can do. And I'm in the utterly sucky position now of being in-between books, which means I could bring two stinkers on the plane and moan pitiably about how sad my life is. Poor Sam, is what you're thinking now. And you're not wrong. I'm not good with the planes. The book thing? Only making it worse. Cross your fingers and hope I make the right selection. It's so much pressure.
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