personally, i think the country-wide snow is my fault. too much thinking about joyce and passing "boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion." the snow began here just after i shared that with someone else.
also, your flight was really crazy. i'm sure you know that. but man, i HATE it when people try to talk to me on planes. it just makes me uncomfortable, and most of the time they only talk about inane bullshit anyway.
midwest sounds like a nice airline.
"The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried."
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also, your flight was really crazy. i'm sure you know that. but man, i HATE it when people try to talk to me on planes. it just makes me uncomfortable, and most of the time they only talk about inane bullshit anyway.
midwest sounds like a nice airline.
"The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried."