The past few days...
Mar. 1st, 2001 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
litheraLet's stop and update here.
Monday - Wake up in London. I feel kind of groggy, but that's because I stayed up late talking to Steve and I'm coughing up chunks of my lungs in interesting new colors. Never the best way to start your day, but I feel better than I did the day before and that's good. Get up, eat breakfast, check out, get on the Tube and head to Heathrow. Sleep on the Tube to Heathrow - lovely sleep. Much like riding the train in Japan. I can fall asleep just about anywhere as long as it's moving. Ah, the symptoms of a life spent on the move. Check in for our flight, sit around some, see my karate sempai on the same flight back, blink and then shrug. We have a sister dojo in Cambridge, so it makes sense to me.
On the plane... Well, I've never had that shaky of a take off before and I've done a lot of travelling. Planes are not supposed to move side to side when taking off. Up into the air - lots of turbulance for the first 30 mins or so. Not so bad I think I'm going to die, but kind of scary. Then things smooth out, I watch Charlies Angles, which they took out all of the 'bad words' in - like ass, and eat a lovely lunch. British Airways is a marvelous airline. Then as we're flying over the *FROZEN* North Atlantic, we run into more turbulance. I don't think I've ever been in turbulence this bad before. Steve, of course, continues to sleep. The 5 year old behind me starts screaming, "We're going down! We're going down!!!" I groan and look out at the frozen ocean below thinking, "You know.... If we crash, we're fucked. We'll all freeze to death before anyone gets close." At which point, I sit back and wait. God does not decide to smack the airplane anymore and we get home. I eat, hug Holly and do a re-bonding dance in QFC and then fall asleep at 8.
Tuesday - I wake up, I go to work. I take cold medicine, I proceed to work in a strange haze of being very tired and drugged up. Wheeeee. Work is neat. It's a long day. I go home. I go to karate and my kicks are horribly weak, though Shihan compliments me on getting the moves right, if not being able to put anything behind them. That made me feel good. Kat very tired. Kat get Gatorade. Gatorade was consumed, as was a hard lemonade and I fell asleep finishing it, leaning my head against the wall near my bed. Sleep time.
Wednesday - I wake up, feel better than I have in awhile, cough up minimal junk from my lungs and go to work. Whoo. Work. La la la... Then the building drops underneath me. I blink turn to look out the window, notice the glass on the building next to me rippling like in the Matrix. Earthquake has already registered in my mind. I get up to stand in the doorframe with my co-worker Scott. Both of us having lived in Japan, we're pretty good. Scott says, "Maybe we should get under...." and then we look at each other and head out to the staircase. There are people just standing there in the staircase and we keep on going past them... Down 18 flights of stairs... My legs, already seem to be weak last night in karate, do no appreciate this. There is a voice for the fire alarm annoucing, "We are evacutaing your floor as a fire alarm has been dectected. Please head to the elevators and head out of the building." HA!
So, we wait outside for awhile and then they tell us that we can go back in but we have to take the stairs. So, I head back up. Oh my god, do my legs hurt. I get up stairs in time to get an e-mail from my boss' boss' boss telling us to go home. I get my stuff, watch the news for a little bit and take the elevators down and go to the bus tunnel. Bless Metro.
We (my fellow passengers and I) ride on the bus and then this old guy in a huge white caddie cuts off the bus and we hit him. So, the police show up and we wait around and the bus driver asks if anyone is hurt. There is a girl who snapped off a fingernail, but she refuses treatment for it. When the EMTs show up, there is suddenly five people who need neck braces, two of them wanting backboards. Fuckers. After awhile, the bus proceeds, I get off and go to get teriyaki as it sounds really good right now. I order and then talk to the fire department guys about how they've seen that sort of fake injury thing all the time. We chat for awhile, I get my food and go home. Yummy teriyaki. Take a good shower, drink another hard lemonade, eat some chcolate and go to sleep.
Today is pretty good. Work is work, but I'm going over to Jamie's this evening to hang with him and Mike. Good deal.
Monday - Wake up in London. I feel kind of groggy, but that's because I stayed up late talking to Steve and I'm coughing up chunks of my lungs in interesting new colors. Never the best way to start your day, but I feel better than I did the day before and that's good. Get up, eat breakfast, check out, get on the Tube and head to Heathrow. Sleep on the Tube to Heathrow - lovely sleep. Much like riding the train in Japan. I can fall asleep just about anywhere as long as it's moving. Ah, the symptoms of a life spent on the move. Check in for our flight, sit around some, see my karate sempai on the same flight back, blink and then shrug. We have a sister dojo in Cambridge, so it makes sense to me.
On the plane... Well, I've never had that shaky of a take off before and I've done a lot of travelling. Planes are not supposed to move side to side when taking off. Up into the air - lots of turbulance for the first 30 mins or so. Not so bad I think I'm going to die, but kind of scary. Then things smooth out, I watch Charlies Angles, which they took out all of the 'bad words' in - like ass, and eat a lovely lunch. British Airways is a marvelous airline. Then as we're flying over the *FROZEN* North Atlantic, we run into more turbulance. I don't think I've ever been in turbulence this bad before. Steve, of course, continues to sleep. The 5 year old behind me starts screaming, "We're going down! We're going down!!!" I groan and look out at the frozen ocean below thinking, "You know.... If we crash, we're fucked. We'll all freeze to death before anyone gets close." At which point, I sit back and wait. God does not decide to smack the airplane anymore and we get home. I eat, hug Holly and do a re-bonding dance in QFC and then fall asleep at 8.
Tuesday - I wake up, I go to work. I take cold medicine, I proceed to work in a strange haze of being very tired and drugged up. Wheeeee. Work is neat. It's a long day. I go home. I go to karate and my kicks are horribly weak, though Shihan compliments me on getting the moves right, if not being able to put anything behind them. That made me feel good. Kat very tired. Kat get Gatorade. Gatorade was consumed, as was a hard lemonade and I fell asleep finishing it, leaning my head against the wall near my bed. Sleep time.
Wednesday - I wake up, feel better than I have in awhile, cough up minimal junk from my lungs and go to work. Whoo. Work. La la la... Then the building drops underneath me. I blink turn to look out the window, notice the glass on the building next to me rippling like in the Matrix. Earthquake has already registered in my mind. I get up to stand in the doorframe with my co-worker Scott. Both of us having lived in Japan, we're pretty good. Scott says, "Maybe we should get under...." and then we look at each other and head out to the staircase. There are people just standing there in the staircase and we keep on going past them... Down 18 flights of stairs... My legs, already seem to be weak last night in karate, do no appreciate this. There is a voice for the fire alarm annoucing, "We are evacutaing your floor as a fire alarm has been dectected. Please head to the elevators and head out of the building." HA!
So, we wait outside for awhile and then they tell us that we can go back in but we have to take the stairs. So, I head back up. Oh my god, do my legs hurt. I get up stairs in time to get an e-mail from my boss' boss' boss telling us to go home. I get my stuff, watch the news for a little bit and take the elevators down and go to the bus tunnel. Bless Metro.
We (my fellow passengers and I) ride on the bus and then this old guy in a huge white caddie cuts off the bus and we hit him. So, the police show up and we wait around and the bus driver asks if anyone is hurt. There is a girl who snapped off a fingernail, but she refuses treatment for it. When the EMTs show up, there is suddenly five people who need neck braces, two of them wanting backboards. Fuckers. After awhile, the bus proceeds, I get off and go to get teriyaki as it sounds really good right now. I order and then talk to the fire department guys about how they've seen that sort of fake injury thing all the time. We chat for awhile, I get my food and go home. Yummy teriyaki. Take a good shower, drink another hard lemonade, eat some chcolate and go to sleep.
Today is pretty good. Work is work, but I'm going over to Jamie's this evening to hang with him and Mike. Good deal.
