I boarded my plane when it was still dark, earlier this morning. As I approached the flight attendant on American Eagle Airlines, I asked her if everybody onboard automatically receives a free pair of jeans with each flight. She didn't laugh.
My plane waited approximately 40 minutes at the gate to depart, because the ground crew were moving people around inside to get the right balance of weight between the front and back of the winged-beast. One hour and 15 minutes later, I landed in Chicago.
My second flight departed for Phoenix, AZ. Halfway through the trip, I noticed something, the ground outside my window looked nothing like I had ever seen before. The landscape was an oven-baked brownie with chocolate icing and cracks. Had I entered Candyland territory?
After checking into my hotel room, I stopped next door at the 7-Eleven. I overheard the gentleman behind the counter telling his friend that a law-keeper stopped him and asked to see his--the words sounded like "port-pass" to me. It must be how some people are allowed to stay on this side of the portal. Poor guy. I felt sorry for him.
The magical elixir that I was sold is made of strawberries and has a slight kick when drunk in high doses. As we speak, I'm waiting for my sauce-cheese-o'crust to arrive at my door. I will go to bed soon, because I am very sleepy.
Tomorrow, I will rent a chariot and drive it like mad as they do here... as I search to find and free my Muse.
you put a smile on my face
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don't be scared!!!
miss ya