November 23, 2000 [8:53 am]

"Hold onto nothing as fast as you can...well, still a pretty good year."

- Pretty Good Year
Tori Amos

I'm on a plane, on a plane to nowhere. But nowhere is somewhere so they call it Cincinnati. The sun is up the my window shade down. I saw the last sunrise in Nevada and the mountains were revealed separate from the sky as sillouettes over spilled paint and Apollo peeked out like a shy child, a tiny Jesus with golden hair.

I wrote Sher a letter but can't find her address. I'm sure it's in the suitcase or one of my notebooks.

So far the guinea pigs are alright. Mom has been sleeping a little. I never sleep on airplanes. The in-flight movie was "X-men" and it sucked. I had a couple bites of eggy-yellow mush when they served breakfast and now my stomachs acting queer. Goddess, I wonder how I managed this.

We're landing at 10:30 am Pacific time but that's 1:30 pm in Cincinnati. Then our flight to Cleveland leaves at 3 or so. Layovers are marvelous.

"Some things are melting now...well HEY! What's it gonna take 'til my baby's alright?"

- Pretty Good Year
Tori Amos

I looked out the window and saw a rainbow! That's a good sign, isn't it?

There's frost on my window. Real frost! Real snow! *dances joyfully until she remembers she's on an airplane* And now we're getting ready to land. And Piglet's eating, that's good. And my shoes are comfy. Bye now. <3