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December 24, 2003
The Sweet Smell Of Salted Roads
I managed to sneak away from a fridge full of nog and 24 hours of A Christmas Story jot down a quick entry.
The flight home was (thankfully) uneventful. The flight to Pittsburg was overbooked, so they offered a free ticket to anyone willing to get bumped to another flight. I would have been all over that, except for the fact that the ticket was only good for domestic flights. Plus, who knows when I could be able to get connected to Toronto?
I caught a connecting flight in Pittsburg, where I sat beside the same person from the first flight. He's a Microsoft employee, a Waterloo grad, and his name is Chris. Freaky, eh?
It's been nice hanging out with family and friends, doing good deeds and drinking coffee. I'm a little disappointed with the lack of snow here. If I wanted rain, I'd have stayed in Seattle. Hopefully we'll get a white Christmas, for no other reason than consistency; I've enjoyed a white Christmas every year I can remember, even in Japan.
Comments
Somehow I don't find that freaky at all. Maybe, uh, because you're, um...robots? Did you ever think of that? No, of course not. Robots don't think about that sort of thing thing.
Posted by: Wrew at December 27, 2003 1:57 AM