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And so ends an extended weekend in Miami.

Phew.

For some reason, more than likely money-related, my mother bought me a round-trip for
Thanksgiving weekend where my return flight is taking place on the Tuesday following. I suppose it allows me some extra time to hang out with my parents and Jerry, as well as catch up with some old friends, and these are all moments that I cherish, but I crave my home.

No, not just for the TiVo.

I haven't really slept all that well this weekend; the bed was uncomfortable, etc. etc.; ironically I did get a lot of not-great sleep, however. Every night I basically went to sleep around 11:00 PM, and woke up at 9:00 AM. But for some reason it was unsatisfying. I did have this strange dream where I actually married a brunette women from Eastern Europe. More than likely, Russian, but then again, I couldn't tell you the difference between a Czech and a Slovak. You'd think I'd know, given that I was married to the woman, but, hey, it was a dream, and thus, I don't even remember her name.

She was hot, though...

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What is it about people who can't bother to follow directions? The woman in front of me on my flight back to Atlanta, while the plane was taxi-ing--before it even got off the ground--decided to recline her seat. Surely she's been asked not to do such before. Why is it that every time I take a flight, there's some idiot who decides that their agenda is far more important than the rest of everyone on board and gets up while the plane is on the runway?

Oh, the plane's on final approach... I gotta shut down...