Saturday, March 21, 2009
spring break is needed. why is it that heads feel so small when hung over? breathing is very stale and the air feels the same going in and going out. I had a dream that my plane crashed into the sea when I was leaving san fran, luckily this did not happen when arriving in oakland. I sat between two lovely people, the woman on my right seem very terrified of flying while the man on the right was a flying ace, he flies to oakland every few weeks to spend time with his lady. He lives in seattle and thinks it very boring. the sun was glaring when I got off the plane and everything has been moving at a tremendous pace.
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reminds Toast of the Great Gatsby
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