In The Wood

I write this from the "lovely" Aurora Inn in scenic Greenwood, NS. I are here for work. It is a depressing depressing place, and if that sounds kinda snobbish (yes it does, sorry) - then obviously you've never been to the Greenwood Mall. By yourself. On a Wednesday...

Hey, lookee what I found. A blog entry I typed up on the plane from Monday night:

"Apparently no one reads this blog, so I can say whatever I want. Like that I used to eat dog food when I was a kid. I would also eat tablespoons full of brown sugar. I once made a sandwich with salami and plum sauce. In retrospect, these were all disgusting.

I am currently on a plane heading from Ottawa to Halifax. I tried to read but am finding it difficult to concentrate. I'm on edge. One of the overhead florescent lights is flickering - it is very disconcerting. I'm on an old Airbus plane without those really cool screens on the back of the seat in front of you, which sucks. The interior is also decorated rather garishly, even for an Air Canada plane. Those velcro head-rest napkin thingees are bright purple. And some jackass keeps KICKING THE BACK OF MY SEAT! I'll be happy when I'm home so I can publish this and go to bed. "

Obviously I had forgotten to post this. Woops. Fortunately, my whining is still "fresh". Timeless even.

To be continued...