Davy Jones' locker, &c.

[quislibet]

Well, some things worked out reasonably well yesterday; Swiss Air came through with a cheap feline-enabled flight. They even let me have the 400-dollars-cheaper Expedia fare.

Of course, my mind is full of zillions of things that can still go wrong there, and that's even before we get to "the plane could end up in Davy Jones' locker."



But now I actually have a plane ticket to go to France. October 7. It's, like, real.

That's terribly frightening.

Finally, and unrelatedly: The "view from the window" is an electronic journal/photoblog classic. Below, what I can see when I turn my head to the left here at work!

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[quislibet.livejournal.com]

Actually, my nightmares featured not being able to find my plane tickets, and then not being able to find my glasses, and then finding my glasses but they were broken, and people were impatiently waiting for me and didn't care that my glasses wre broken and my ticket was missing, the insensitive bastards.

I did not wake up refreshed.

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

Or, in modern Greek, as used in a skit a friend of mine did for a talent show at our school in Athens, "Eho mia mpanana stin afti mou."

[maartexx.livejournal.com]

I sense a metaphor lurking. Kind of like the world's largest mosquito. Hmm.

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a very subtle nightmare.