| 4:00 am |
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Taxi arrived and took me to the airport. |
| 4:30 am |
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Arrive at Dulles Airport |
| 4:45 am |
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Called Jay and roused her out of a good night's sleep because I was a dumb ass and didn't write down the flights I was taking. My printer at home conveniently ran out of ink this morning and I forgot to print the info at work. Sigh... Jay is such a sweetie. I had forwarded her the info so she would know when I'm getting back next Saturday.  |
| 5:00 am |
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Got to the correct ticket counter (I was standing at the wrong one before), get my tickets, and reluctantly check my suitcase. Am praying it makes it to Bar Harbor OK. |
| 5:15 am |
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Get in line to go through security. We had to take our shoes off and place them in plastic tubs along with my precious laptop. I held my breath and breathed a sigh of relief when I went through the gate without "the boys" setting off the metal detectors. Security gates were one of those things I never took into consideration when I got my nipples pierced. |
| 5:30 am |
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Began the long walk to my gate. |
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| 5:35 am |
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Where there is Starbucks there is salvation. They truly are everywhere and the only place open at this ungodly hour of the morning. To paraphrase from Mari Iijima, "Ah! Shiawase wo Café Latte—Ah! Happiness is a Café Latte". I was literally shaking by the time I got the coffee. The adrenaline is running high and I feel as if I could collapse from exhaustion. |
| 5:40 am |
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Commandeered a wall plug and set up my laptop and began this log. Am dreading the 3.5 hour layover at the Newark, NJ airport. Hoping I can get some sleep or some good blogging in. |
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| 6:30 am |
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Began the process to board my plane headed to Newark. Shared a flirty smile with the attractive boarding clerk. |
| 6:40 am |
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Have Realized that people with claustrophobia should NOT travel in tiny planes, especially when it's been over ten years and in that time there have been many crashes reported all over the news and terrorist hijackings. This plane is so tiny it's like a futuristic flying coffin. Yeah... |
| 7:00 am |
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We have taken off. I had to keep the shade pulled down until we were mostly done with take off. I had a minor level panic attack that lasted the entirety of the flight. Thank God the flight was only 40 minutes. |
| 7:40 am |
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Began descent. It was bumpy and I got more agitated. Was nauseous most of the flight. |
| 7:50 am |
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Have landed. We are very early so we are sitting on the runway waiting for a terminal to open up. |
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| 8:20 am |
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Finally got off the plane and into the Newark Airport. The NJ scenery is just as ugly on the ground as it was from the air. Called Jay and chatted about my anxiety while looking for a place that has an open plug for my laptop. |
| 8:45 am |
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After much searching I have finally found a plug in a coffee shop. I only had to pass the place 3 times before I spotted it. BTW the tourists here are extremely ugly, though there are a few hot men randomly walking about. Some have given me flirty smiles. I am delighted but too exhausted to register much. Have had maybe a broken hour and half of sleep. Why didn't I do a better job a planning for this last minute trip? |
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| 9:17 am |
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My stomach is killing me. Not very feeling hungry but wondering if I should try and eat something. Everything here is very greasy and heavy and I am just not inspired by what I see. Am having casual thoughts about smoky treats. This is not a good thing. |
| 9:20 am |
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Despite extreme exhaustion and fatigue I have been fantasizing about some random attractive man approaching me and having a conversation and maybe a quickie in the airport bathroom. Ironically enough the exhaustion is over riding the physical libido but the mental seems to be quite charged. Still thinking about smoky treats. Hmmm this is very bad. |
| 9:21 am |
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JESUS! These tourists are REALLY UGLY! |
| 9:22 am |
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I am really fucking tired and I want to sleep very badly but I am afraid to go to the terminal and do that because it took me forever to get this table with the outlet for the laptop and if I leave and someone else takes it and then I can't sleep I will be very irritable. And yet I am really too mentally gone at this point to coherently write as this stream of consciousness log shows. |
| 9:23 am |
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Am I actually conscious? Because you have to be conscious to have a stream of consciousness yet at the same time not cognizant. Oh, shit which am I? Conscious or cognizant? I know I'm existing at least I think I am. Well I am pretty sure I am. Can't say 100% for certain. Damn this sucks. |
| 9:25 am |
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OMG! Am I going crazy!?! Have I GONE crazy already!?! Must stop this insanity. Ugh... |
| 9:26 am |
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I wonder how [insert name of casual fuck buddy here] is doing....? |
| 9:27 am |
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Did I just write that? Of course I did. Fuck I am so GONE! |
| 9:28 am |
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Shit I wish I was able to carry my nail file with me (airport security regulation)  I seriously need to file some uneven nails. They are driving me nuts. |
| 9:29 am |
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FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I forgot to pack my backpack for hiking. Shit! Fuck! Hell! Dammit! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr |
| 9:30 am |
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Oh Holy Jesus! Hootie and The Blowfish are attempting to make a comeback. They have a new single and it was playing in the airport. What company is stupid enough to give them a record deal! More evidence of the lack of taste, quality, and integrity in the modern music industry. Glad I have my iTunes on my laptop, even if I don't have my Rio Forge portable MP3 player. I have good music. Ohh! ABBA's Dancing Queen just came on. |
| 9:32 am |
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I WANT COCK! (Don't ask because I am certainly not going to tell or provide further details) |
| 9:33 am |
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I want to bang a pilot. Dammit now I just gave you people details... |
| 9:35 am |
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OK I am pretty sure now that I am very hungry, but my tummy still feels bloated and I am afraid to eat anything before I get on this next plane because I don't want to get sick. Even though it will be a proper sized plane I think I will still be nervous. |
| 9:39 am |
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OK am leaving the coffee shop and talking a nap. This is ridiculous I am like a fucking zombie. I am due to arrive in Boston at 12:30 pm. I will eat when I get there. Hmm I need to pee... |
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| 10:30 am |
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Just woke up from a much needed nap. I feel better now. Am gonna read some now. Tired... |
| 11:10 am |
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Boarded plane. This one is bigger than the other one. I feel better about it, but am still a bit nervous. |
| 11:17 am |
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Hello, gorgeous! OK a VERY hot steward just winked at me! Too bad he is wearing a ring on his all-important finger (Right ring finger - It's a Gay thing). But still. I feel much calmer now and just a wee bit horny. LOL His name is Christopher (Chris) and he's slim, tall, shaved head, blue eyes, with a great smile. His cologne is nice. It reminds me of CK One: sweet and pungent with a slight citrus tone. OK despite the extreme fatigue I am totally in heat now. LOL |
| 11:18 am |
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Feeling very calm. Am not sleepy now so I think I'll read. |
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| 12:30 pm |
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Landed in Boston and proceeded to call D and then try and find my gate. |
| 1:15 pm |
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Hello Cute TSA worker who was checking me out in the line of Dunkin Donuts! We made intense, flirty eye contact and smiled. He seemed a bit shy. Unfortunately he went outside and I had to catch my plane. Oh, well. Am feeling good. |
| 2:10 pm |
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Boarded plane to Bar Harbor. It's TINY. Like 15 seats and has no bathroom. Am feeling nervous again |
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| 3:30 pm |
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Landed in beautiful Bar Harbor. The scenery is stunning. Blue skies EVERYWHERE. And TREES! Even the light poles are shorter here. LOL |
| 4:00 pm |
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Arrived at the Harbor Cottage Inn, checked in, and headed down to the Pier One Waterfront Rentals where I am staying. It is gorgeous here, simply gorgeous. The sea is literally 10 feet from my door. In fact the side with the door actually sits on the pier. Am feeling very relaxed. |
| 4:15 pm |
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Taking a shower and then taking a nap. |
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| 7:45 pm |
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My nap was good. Still very tired. It's hot in here. Heading out now to get food. |
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| 8:45 pm |
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Just got back from the center of town which was literally an intersection with restaurants and 1 tiny convenience store that sells cheap wine. I am using a bike provided by the inn to get around. It has no hand brakes so you have to peddle backwards to stop. Am getting used to it. It was a challenge getting the wine home. |
| 8:50pm |
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Turns out the yummy Lobster place that is next-door closes at 8:00 pm!!! So I ended up eating frozen yogurt and watching TV. Ah, well tomorrow is another day. The theme of this vacation so far is "The best laid plans." Most of my plans haven't worked out the way I planned. Guess this is the universe trying to tell me that I need to let go and just let things happen. |
| 9:00 pm |
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Called the main house to enquire about getting the AC turned on as it is 80 degrees in the cabin. Turns out there is no AC and that I just need to leave the windows open and the fan on which I have been doing. The only thing that has helped cool the place down is leaving the sliding glass door open. I feel quite unsafe, not sure how I'll manage that one when I actually go to sleep. I sleep in the nude so leaving the blinds up is not an option, but it gets hot easily in here. The openness of this place is a little off putting. Like with the bike. I just leave it outside. No chain, no nothing. And nobody seems to bat an eye about it. I am not quite comfy with that. Been living in the wicked big city too long.  This vacation will definitely be a new experience... |
