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Here we are now, going to the West side

Home now. I just opened a bottle of diet sprite and it bubbled up over the lip of the bottle, down my hands and onto my lap. How refreshing is that?

The flight home was not pleasant, and AA can expect an email from me. Which means that they failed to provide adequate service in a way that could have been easily avoided. I don't write complaints often. But I'm very... vexed with them. Maybe we'll talk about it later, I just had a post vacation massage and she beat the crap out of me. Seriously. The crap. Out. Of me. So I'm a bit noodley.

smooOOoooOoosh.

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Oooh, I'm curious what kind of terrible service prompted the Wrath of Jodi.