I only listened to the song for thirty seconds Tuesday morning, but I replayed it in my head at every possible momentous moment the rest of the day--when I stepped out of the car at the airport, when I bought my over-priced airport trail mix, when I boarded the plane. I have to walk the length of the whole plane to reach the bathroom before someone else does and my bladder explodes? Cue the music.
Funny, though, I felt akin to Indie throughout the day digging up to my shoulder through my backpack.
And just as I'm sure Indie had indegestion (monkey brains would do it if nothing else did) I'd suffered the whole evening the night before. And then I threw up on the plane. I don't think I'll eat and in-flight meal ever again. Thinking of it still makes me want to barf.
And just as I'm sure Indie would avoid crying in public at all costs, yesterday I really did try. But I cried anyway.
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