Forty minutes to midnight, and I'm drinking a Red Bull, trying to stave off sleep that would put me in worse shape for my 5:45am cab ride to the airport than an all-nighter. I can sleep on the plane, and later at the hostel in Portland. I haven't been able to get to sleep much since Sara and I planned our trip, over a week ago, and now that my suitcase is packed and my itinerary is in hand, it's officially go time.
Eight days. No snow, no ice, just greenery and new, invigorating sights. It's cloudy there, people say. So what? Look out your window lately? It's cloudy here, too, and everything's brown and dormant. My soul for something other than grime-encrusted mountains of cigarette-butt flecked snowdrifts and blank-faced malcontents shuffling through these barren streets. At 10:30 tomorrow, I'll be an hour away from the West Coast, drinking coffee to lift my tired, but contented spirits. I promise pictures and anecdotes from my travels, when my plane touches down back here in what will likely be another goddamn blizzard.
Fugazi: Full Disclosure
I want out
I want a mutually assured destructive
Life seizing separate culture to take me over
Moving silent like radar
Take me over and blow out my mind
Full disclosure coming sponsored by no one
Take me over and blow out my mind ejected
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