Well, Fuck Me Gently With a Chainsaw... September 12, 2002 - 12:15 p.m.

Last night on the way home from work, the sky was filled with airplanes. Where we live, we're very close to the main airport, a big UPS hub, and a military base. So all of those combined with the whole 'September 11th' stink/paranoia, we were shocked to see so many. In fact, on a normal night, we usually only see one or two. But we saw at least 9 very low hovering planes in one area. Turn around and we saw probably another 10 more. These weren't any off-in-the-distance-could-be-a-star planes..... These were bright, large, hovering spacecraft. Maybe they're UFO's. Yeah, that's it. Well... I could go for that story if they weren't so low to the ground that you could see every detail. Most of them were military planes. We're guessing they were on patrol. Watching for bad guys. Regardless. My point is... there was simply a whole bunch of planes in the sky like a fucking swarm of mosquitoes.

But today I have work. At least that's what I was told last night. I'm taking a book in case they change their mind and I'm stuck there for eight and a half hours. It's a printing place, so it's full of paper if I want to attempt writing or drawing. Although I'm sure I'll resort to paper airplanes and those middle school fortune tellers. Origami birds, if I could remember how to make them.

Otherwise, it'll be a night full of boxes, tape, sticky fingers, binders, and papercuts.

And my check is still going towards Christmas.

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