Edinburgh

I've got a cough and I'm exhausted but it's somewhat satisfying for some reason. I did my laundry last night but didn't dry it all the way so it's still really damp in my bag.

My room is a mess. I went to Edinburgh. My flight was scheduled for around 7PM Friday evening. I didn't expect to actually be able to get on the flight, but I went to the airport anyway. I figured to be there would be the most likely way to be able to get on a plane. Air France was very nice to me and put my name number 5 on a list. I got quite drunk and then they gave us all cots. I woke up with a hangover at 7 AM in the airport to see that my flight was cancelled for Saturday so I went home and slept.

On Sunday I went back to the airport to find a very very long line for the Air France check in. I found a very nice customer service person who was talking to breated people in the line and calmly explained that I had been put down on a list as number 5. He told me that I was invited to check in immediately. This made me very happy.

Because I had shown up to the airport like 5 hours earlier than my flight was supposed to leave and the flights were all running late, I had some more time to drink in the airport. I made friends with some Greek guy and we took a photo. He was showing me the receipts from the cash that he sends back to his wife.

I fell asleep as soon as they let me on the plane. The next thing I knew my breath was really bad and Dr. Doolittle 2 was playing on the flight to Paris. I found a steward and asked him for the whole bottle of evian. He gave it to me.

Paris airport, then Edinburgh, then more wine and sleep. Not before making all sorts of asinine declarations. Next morning, very bad breath, thirsty, dizzy. Right, headache. Zoo. Giraffes. Sketchy panthers or leopards that made me jump.

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Flip flop between loving Edinburgh and thinking it's the middle of nowhere, nowhere I would want to live.

more confusion.

time to go..

back to New York. New York is really sad now. I don't feel like going out really. Maybe that's exactly what I should do. I haven't really been 'out' for a long time in New York. I feel like I should go to Toronto for some reason.

There are army trucks and strange trucks lined us filled with sand on the Brooklyn side of the Brooklyn. There was no gas for heat, hot water, and cooking from Saturday to today at my apartment. I went to Z's to do laundry and shower. How kind she is. I made plans and then didn't show up on Saturday night because I fell asleep at like 6 or 7 or something ridiculous.

I need money to build a bed. How long should I stay in this city, in this country? I feel like it's only going to get a lot worse.

09/27/01

I don't really feel like noting anything.