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31 December 2005

2005 is going out with a bang.

I arrived at the airport yesterday evening with a raging migraine and no more meds. Yay. So I asked the check-in guy to put me in an aisle seat because I was quite ill (and looking the part). He put it in the computer and told me they would call me to the gate and tell me if I was moved. I walked down to the gate and sat, hoping the pounding vein behind my left eye would explode already and put me out of my misery. I decided to ask about buying an upgrade because if I got stuck in the middle seat, I would puke on someone for sure.
I walk back up to the check-in counter and the lady tells me surprise! We upgraded you to premium economy. I've ridden up there before and it's not that much of a step up from coach but at least there's a bit more leg room. I go back to the gate and wait for the flight.
When it comes time to get on the plane, I hand the guy my boarding pass and he scans it but it says I'm not checked in. He calls me up on the computer and SURPRISE! I WAS UPGRADED AGAIN! FOR FREE!! TO BUSINESS CLASS!! I only wish I'd felt good enough to enjoy the 3 course meal they served for dinner. I weakly asked for a banana and some water because the thought of prawns and steak made me grab for the airsick bag in the convenient seat pocket in front of me.
I nodded off to sleep before I finished the soup the stewardess brought me and when I woke up to go to the toilet, she told me we only had about an hour to go before we landed. Uh.. WHAT? What happened to the 10 hours of agony that is usually the non-stop flight between SFO and Heathrow? I slept for 8 hours of the flight. 8 HOURS. Me. The world's fussiest sleeper. And I didn't take any tablets to knock me out either.
See? Migraines are good for something. I think.
Also, how weird is this? Sitting in front of me on the plane was a guy I went to elementary school with and his partner. He lives in London. I hadn't seen him since like 8th grade but he looks just the same. The weird part was that an article about him was in yesterday's newspaper in my hometown and then there he was on my flight! In front of me! We had a good talk for a bit and then talked about meeting up for a drink sometime.
The day keeps getting better so hang in there.
I arrive back to the cottage, prepared for battle with DEADTOME but he's not here! I'm home alone on New Year's Eve and it's heaven. The heat has been off for several days so it's cold as ice in here but there's no tension and I'm just here alone.
So since I'm here alone, I decided to snoop a bit. Who says snooping doesn't pay! While the cat's away and all that.. I looked on DEADTOME'S desk and I see his schedule for school due dates, etc. The very last thing he's got on his 'TO DO' list for Easter vacation is "Write resignation letter and get a better job." AH HA!! HE HATES IT TOO!! How dare he?! After all that he's done and said..
What a superb way for me to end 2005! Happy New Year and may 2006 be healthy, peaceful and prosperous for you and yours.

For Paul Barrett

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