November 30, 2007
Greet you with goodbye
It being a bit past midnight, I have by this point in the night, lost my voice. It's fun sounding a bit like Louis Armstrong, but it'd be nice not to have to repeat every other sentence.
There are thirty two days left of the year 2007. Give or take some amount of hours, minutes, and seconds, but roughly, thirty one days left. Given my own birth year of 1984, that means 2008 will be the 24th year of my life. Given an average male life expectancy of 75 years, I'm getting close to one third of my expected life.
So anyway, tomorrow I fly across the Pacific Ocean for roughly eleven hours (1.4% of the rest of the year) to come to a several day stop (15.6%) in a large city on the island of Honshu.
It won't be my first time crossing this ocean, or my first time going to that city, and not even my first time making this exact flight. It is, however, my first time flying while sick, and for that I am bringing Nyquil, to make the experience, hopefully, largely unmemorable.
I've got all my stuff packed; I tried packing light this time, though between the winter clothes and enough Chanukah paraphernalia for three small synagogues, I'm still filling a fat suitcase and a duffel.
I've brought four paperbacks for entertainment : Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Lolita, The Great Gatsby and High Fidelity.
No gameboy, no DS, no laptop, though I couldn't live without my music so I've actually got two portable music devices on me.
And then the other random crap necessary on trips plus a few bags of cough drops and a box of Nyquil LiquiCaps.
So, time to rest and get going, hoorah.
There are thirty two days left of the year 2007. Give or take some amount of hours, minutes, and seconds, but roughly, thirty one days left. Given my own birth year of 1984, that means 2008 will be the 24th year of my life. Given an average male life expectancy of 75 years, I'm getting close to one third of my expected life.
So anyway, tomorrow I fly across the Pacific Ocean for roughly eleven hours (1.4% of the rest of the year) to come to a several day stop (15.6%) in a large city on the island of Honshu.
It won't be my first time crossing this ocean, or my first time going to that city, and not even my first time making this exact flight. It is, however, my first time flying while sick, and for that I am bringing Nyquil, to make the experience, hopefully, largely unmemorable.
I've got all my stuff packed; I tried packing light this time, though between the winter clothes and enough Chanukah paraphernalia for three small synagogues, I'm still filling a fat suitcase and a duffel.
I've brought four paperbacks for entertainment : Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Lolita, The Great Gatsby and High Fidelity.
No gameboy, no DS, no laptop, though I couldn't live without my music so I've actually got two portable music devices on me.
And then the other random crap necessary on trips plus a few bags of cough drops and a box of Nyquil LiquiCaps.
So, time to rest and get going, hoorah.
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