Off to Portlandia - A Novel Quest

November 29, 2012

I don’t watch the show, but I’m flying off to Portland, Oregon tomorrow morning to visit some family. This might be my first taste of winter. Izzy dear, will you make me a spot of tea?

Izzy doesn’t exist because I just made her up. Or maybe she exists now that I’ve made her up. It’s nearing 1:30am here in the state of California, Los Angeles to be not specific, and whatever I say goes. I just wanted to bid you farewell, because I’m leaving for Portland tomorrow morning to visit some family.

I know, I’m just tired.

I’ve been working on betterment the past 6 hours, and betterment aftermath sucks. Your eyes feel weird. Some kind of eyeball drumming sensation? Potentially related to direct eyeball to computer screen copulation. And I have to pack still. That’s me packing in the picture. Me packing and finding this cool little yellow brick road sign and thinking it was cool to take a picture of, because I bought it at an antique store somewhere and shoved it in a jewelry box till just now. This is my effort to breathe life back into it. Maybe a more popular blogger will steal this picture and call it their own, and my little yellow brick road sign will have it’s five seconds. I’d say the yellow brick road has had more than its fair share of five seconds, though. I’d say we’re about spent on yellow brick roads.

What I mean to say is I’m off to Portland tomorrow to yadda, yadda, yadda. I’ll be back on Saturday, brushing snow off of my shoulders, ready to party it up at that Great Gatsby themed shindig I mentioned last post, somewhere in Los Angeles. Sunday, I will be recuperating from all of it, and the betterment will be back in full swing.

If you think of any cool places I should check out, press your favorite social icon in the upper right hand corner and just reach out to me about it why don’tcha.

Till then, goodnight, fellow reader. Thanks for taking the time.