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rudder // 2002-08-22

last night c and i perused travel books at the u-village barnes & noble. i got cranky after about an hour or so. i had to wander off into the children's book section and play with harry potter stuffed figurines to calm down.

yesterday, i posted a question on a fear of flying message board about my weird neurosis. i was surprised and happy to notice that many, many people replied, even the illustrious captain tom bunn. who knew there were so many people out there like me with the same stupid idea about fear keeping the plane aloft? or wait, maybe this just reinforces my fear? if we all stopped being afraid, maybe the plane really would crash? dear god, i hope these drugs work.

p.s. if ever there was incentive to get in shape, it's looking at a picture of your red-faced, puffy self struggling across a triathlon finish line. blegh.

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