nothing important whatsoever...

in a few hours I am going to be somewhere in the belly of a silver plane, heading west again, to los angeles again, for pretty much a week of work. this morning i had decided to just walk to the train despite of the baggage on me, dodging strollers and dog walkers was a bit tougher. and the humidity just really turned the dial up to nasty levels. had breakfast at the grand canyon. the man next to me spilled the milk all over himself and the teenager behind me were planning some shady sleep over ("we will just leave the music on. dad won't hear a thing." ghmm...) she ordered a serving of toast, home fries and bacon. he had vanilla ice cream and bacon. both had cokes. i really like vox. my brain age is 250.