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June 22, 2004 - Tuesday

 The View From Centralia

Centralia, WA, that is. And actually, that isn’t. Really, I’m in Chehalis, which is a few miles south of Centralia, and I’m here because the hotel selection in Centralia sucks.

Q: How hard does it suck, Chuck?

A: It sucks so hard that the hotels in Chehalis are nicer than the hotels in Centralia, and the “nicer” hotel I’m staying at here in Chehalis is a friggin’ Best Fucking Western.

This is going to be a looooong 10 days, I can tell. But, hey, at least I’ve got a great view, right?

Riiiiiiiggggghhhhhhttttttt.

But that’s just the view straight out the window. I know you’re thinking that that’s one fine parking lot and can’t possibly be improved upon, but it gets even better. Really, it does.

See? If there’s nothing on TV and I get really bored, I can pull up a chair to the window and look off to the side and watch the family next door through their living room window — and they can watch me, too! And if the kids get really rambunctious in their front yard on the weekend, I’ll be able to hear their shrill cries of … well, whatever they’re crying about.

This is going to be great.


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 Packed!

I finished packing at 11:13 this morning. Like I said, pleeeeenty of time. Go me.

Yep, I’m my own reality show. And I’m easily counter-programmed.

Sleep easy, Mark Burnett.


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 Stalling

I have a 2pm flight tomorrow afternoon (today, actually, now that it’s past midnight) to Seattle, and I really should be packing. But I’m not. Instead I’m surfing the same six or seven web pages that aren’t going to change, hoping they somehow develop some new content. But they’re not. So I just zipped through them again and, yep, no change.

Damn. I guess I should start packing.

But, eh… My flight isn’t until 2:00. That’s pretty late for me, I’m usually on the first flight out of Burbank. I just checked my itinerary; it’s actually 2:06. That’s even later. I won’t need to leave for the airport until around noon or maybe 12:30, and if I get up at 8:00 I’ll have four hours to pack. I could probably even put it off ’til 10:30 or so. Call it 11:00. Maybe 11:30. Pleeeeenty of time.

I guess I ain’t packing yet.

But those stupid web pages haven’t changed yet either. I guess I should go to bed.

I wonder what’s on TV?

I always put off my packing until the last minute, but this time I’m really pushing it. Something critical always turns up missing when I start packing, so putting it off ’til the morning isn’t giving me much time to deal with whatever inevitably goes missing tomorrow.

This is almost better than TV. I’m actually anticipating packing under the gun tomorrow, wanting to see how/if I get it done in time and if I make my flight. It’s almost exciting.

I am my own reality show.


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