unabridged

whoa, i've really been slacking off in the pspd area of my life lately. however, its the weekend and visitors don't frequent very frequently on weekends.

so i've been thinking lately, no, let me rephrase that... i've been reminded recently how crappy i am at talking face-to-face with people. i would rather talk on msn about "big scary topics" than in person. i shy away from confrontation in "real life". one of my friends who i've been unusually bold with over email has told me several times that i'm "just a foward person". however, he doesn't realize i'm not normally like that. i'm not even sure how i feel about being perceived that way, because it's really not like me.

i picked up some book tapes at the library today. it was tricky because all the book tapes that interstd me were only about 2 tapes long which really wouldn't last very long. i calculated up my "idle time" in the airports and it amounts to the sum of 20 hours. in the end i got 3 books – Miss Wyoming by Douglas Coupland, Grace Alias by Margaret Atwood, 1984 by Orson Wells. 1984 is like 7 tapes long. i hope my batteries last the whole time. i suppose i can buy some at an airport store, but i have this thing about desposing of batteries, i never know the best way of doing that. i'm sneaky, i started taking them to work and leaving them there – now they're someone elses problem ;) i love how old school having a tape player will make me.

i'm finding i have quite a lot of room in my backpack which is strange and unexpected. man, what i am i forgetting?!? i think my suitcase is 23 kg/50 lbs. i wonder if that's ok.

i'm high enough from all the waiting to ride a wave on your inhaling.