[written on United Airlines flight 931 nonstop from London / Heathrow to
San Francisco; transcribed verbatim 1/12/2000]

The post-trip writings commence.  (None during, I suppose because whenever
I was alone enough I went to bed - that or I just forgot)

Inspiration to pen (and pen it is - unusual for me, though I did give up
my laptop to make this trip) comes after the relief of a much-needed trip
to the airplane's Lavatory.  Standing feeling my bladder, I'm reminded of
a tale Claudine told me - when she and Gaby were in some Bio class
together, and they noted on a model of a pregnant woman that the bladder
is trapped underneath the uterus, which holds the growing child.  Ow.
Anyhow, it just started me wondering about thought process cause and
effect, and why that tale stuck in my head and popped out just now.  The
reasnoning is obvious, nothing interesting there.  May be the prompting to
write this down came more from homesickness; reminded of late nights
talking with my flatmates, I'm comforted.  
Is homesickness all I can think about now, though?  I did have good times
in Ireland.  Not the fun-filled bonanza that I'd hoped, but I'd thought
about it more - their social scene and time passing is rooted in drinking
- which I can take or leave - and nightlife, which I generally leave.  I
don't do loud, crowded social situations where I know hardly anyone,
especially when I'm uncomfortable to begin with.  But why was I?  These
are friends I had all summer!  I think it has more to do with not really
knowing them - I've never really had a serious conversation with
them - esp. Gill, whose closed-off ness should have set off warning bells
in my head.