So, Monday evening I took my fourth flight in three days. What a jet-setter I felt like!

It was a crowded flight, the food was bad and the reading light beautifully illuminated my left breast, and, I can only assume, the back of my head, which wasn't much help when it comes down to reading. I have read my left breast before. It's not a very interesting story.

Anyway, even with those minuses, I still came out ahead, because of the only plus: The flight is an hour and a half long. One barely has time to be particularly uncomfortable!

I got off the plane in LA and couldn't find the correct baggage claim carousel. How can it be that every single person knew it but me? There were blank TV monitors with no information at all on them, was I the only one who could see nothing? Okay, maybe I was a little paranoid, but the same thing had happened when I came in on Saturday.

Mom picked me up and told me that not only were the washer/dryer broken, but so was the microwave and the upstairs toilet. What are we, the Ingalls'? Will we be churning our own butter as well?

Yesterday, we were going to go shopping and do stuff, but I realized that just having bought the ornament for the ornament exchange wasn't really that useful, not without sending it, so we had to go to the post office. But first we had to go to the library, because I couldn't remember the character name that I had to pretend to be, so I needed a copy of Betsy's Wedding.

Of course, my library card expired four years ago, so I had to get a new one and hope that I wouldn't be expected to produce any ID with my Los Angeles address on it or anything, but I did not and all was well.

Except that they didn't have the book at the Gardener library, so we had to go to Ivar. Which, though it is the Library Containing Almost No Books, actually had the book in question. I was surprised as hell, because this place has forty foot ceilings and three foot bookshelves.

Then I went to the post office and sent out the ornament and felt really good about myself! You know, except for the part about it going out eight days late.

After that, we went to Target and loaded up on the traditional Xmas bras and socks for me, even more needful this year, what with the whole no washing machine thing!

We were supposed to go to Victoria's Secret or buy a tree or something, but then there wasn't time before I had to go to the screening!

I was going to see The Gift, but I left the house a little late and didn't make it to Paramount in time, so I went to see Cast Away instead, because it started half an hour later.

It was absolutely wonderful. Everyone is talking about the long section with Hanks alone, but while you are watching it, it doesn't seem like a stunt, and you don't realize how silent it is, because the reality of learning how to take care of oneself and use everything around without waste in order to stay alive is fascinating. And the need to talk to something.

Tom Hanks is just astounding. Staggeringly good. The other actors don't really matter--Helen Hunt's role is pretty minimal, and she's fine, but it's Hanks' show all the way and he runs with it like a motherfucker. To use the technical term.

Today's horoscope:
Family influences your thinking, conversation and perceptions today. Immediate concerns and the people right around you draw your attention.

One year ago today:
"Excuse me, miss, but it is obvious that you don't belong here, you haven't even washed your hair, for heaven's sake! Get back into steerage with the scum where you belong!"

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