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I owe y'all an account of Arizona, so here y'go.

First thing is I had to get up at 4 in the morning to make it to the airport by 5:25 so I could catch my 6:25 flight. That all went decently, except the security checkpoint people made me take off my shoes (pink canvas sneakers with 3-4 inch wedge heels) and put them through the xray dealie as well. Pfft. Yet, despite the impending yick (it was inauguration day-- I had in face run out at 11:30 the night before to buy a calling card so I -wouldn't- be buying one on Not One Damn Dime day), the flight from Milwaukee to Minneapolis went well. I was on the aisle, and the 2 seats next to me were open. Decided, f*** Bush, I'm reading Dorian Gray. It was a nice little point of rebellion, to read gay lit while just a few states away The Nukemeister is prepping for another 4 years (*GAH!*).

Landed in MN, got to my gate, heard voices. Looked up, saw tv playing CNN. Watched, with that same sick fascination that makes a child pull open a cut just as the bleeding's beginning to stop. Heard / read in the closed captioning something about Bush "continuing his expansionist policies" ... or similar. I think that is when I really started to cry. I'd been looking nauseously at the tv before then, and keeping composure, but at that moment I didn't care who saw me, and I just started to cry. There is, however, nothing like a good dose of despair to get one ficcing, so I whipped out a notepad and scrawled "Our Dear Tyrant" across it to remind me to write some more Existentialism-verse when I was on the plane and done being childish.

Which reminds me, I have PLANS for that 'verse. Plans that, actually, either fortunately or un, involve breaking the piece away from fandom and taking it seriously as a political commentary. ...Only now, as I type out that intention, it scares the bajeezers out of me and meep I don't know for sure, because I still like the pirate v. terrorist thing, but the point is I need a QCT (Quality Control Team) beyond my usual. So, if there's anyone who's got a decent handle on American Politics Today and/or the English language and would like to lend a few braincells, let me know. Pleeease.

So, as you can probably assume, I wrote Existentialism-verse on the plane. 5 pages of it. Just need to type it now, and send it through a QCT. And figure out what I'm going to do with it. And that was the plane ride to Arizona.

So, got off the plane, and it was more than 70 F. Keep in mind, in both WI and MN, we had to have the plane de-iced and anti-iced before taking off. Needless to say, I had weatherlag. But don't worry, it didn't stay 70 and sunny for long. The next day, it rained. It rained, it rained, it rained. But I'll tell you, it was the best rainy day in completely inappropriate shoes and a scarily big college campus that I've ever had. Because I met

mme_of_achilles, and we just walked, and chatted, and had a complete and total blast.
So to her I say: I, dear, am better than ever. My feet hurt and my back hurts and I have blisters for the first time ever and my finger's still mad at me for the cactus yesterday morning, but it was all worth it. I swore to myself back when I first called you that some day I would come see you, but I didn't honestly think it would happen. Certainly not before I'd moved out of the house. However... it did work out. It all worked out. Even the rain. And the basements... and the yawning. I can still barely believe any of it happened, that it wasn't some too-good-to-be-true dream. But... it did happen. And... it was wonderful.

Then... yeah. Nothing else really sticks in my mind, after that, probably because all I was thinking of for the rest of the trip was how fantastic that one afternoon had been.

And... this is a really long entry. Like... wow. Sorry.

Oh, D-M, Vivs got a bunch of Libera!! Let me know if you want it e-mailed over!