another day, another city

i'm working in north carolina this week. however my luggage had different ideas on the topic. we started out together in louisville. flew to cleveland. i made my connection and headed to nc. my luggage decided to go back home to louisville instead. i guess the stress of this week's work was just too much for my socks.

on my second flight though, i think i met the most boring person alive. now, i'm not saying i am just phenomenonally interesting. this guy was some sort of chemical enginering/statistics guru, and there is nothing wrong with that. the problem was that he'd never managed to finish reading a fiction book. most of us can never finish our nonfictions. he didn't watch tv or movies. the only real diversion in his life was college football. how can a person be truly happy with no daydreams in their minds? it would be like never ever having any cookies in their tummies?