I went home and put some chicken in the oven, to wake me up- to give me energy before being away for another 4 hours or so. I decided to take a hit of DMT, while I waited for the chicken to cook. Not what I would usually do, but I wanted to get something inside my head, to stimulate me. It was a very light hit... From residue in the pipe. Before this, I was getting a little too warm, and zzz-ing a little in my eyes and brain. After, not much changed, but my mood was better, and I got a warm tryptamine feel. And I accepted loss. I accepted nothing. I wasn't afraid of nothing. I didn't care if I died, on the way back, from my run. But I wanted to complete the job.
I ate, and Tom called me at 4 to make sure I was about to get on the road, while I was. Yes. Planned to get on the road about 430.
It was about 440 when I did finally leave, which normally would be plenty of time to get there well before I needed to, but I did underestimate the effects of the sleet and ice it caused on the road. It ended up taking me right up until around 7 to get there, and on the way, I rarely could go above 60, and saw many vehicles had slid off the road. One truck had already jack-knifed. A jeep had rolled and the roof was crushed. A big four wheel drive truck was off to the side, in a ditch. Most cars seemed to not go past 35 mph in places, while I maintained about 60, flying past. I just got an alignment, as my car just got repaired, so this helped. I did slow considerably in areas, however. Once I reached around Batesville, or south of it, the roads got better. It was just water then, and I had full traction. By Cincinnati, I could drive completely normally, and I ended up at my destination, Delta on Kenton Dr, in Hebron/Florence KY, right at about 6:55.
Inside Delta's receiving, to tender, there was another courier before me. He knew the girl behind the counter, as they worked together often. He joked, and said that he was delivering a bomb- that his package was a bomb. And then she light-heartedly, but seriously acknowledged, "we're not supposed to say that"- that anyone else, anywhere else, would or could be detained. He presented his I.D. for her, and she took his birthday down (or expiration date, which is often the same), which was 9/23, as I heard spoken.
Her name was Kathy, and she was really helpful. By the time it was my turn, though, she asked what my cut-off time was, and I, never running these kind of runs, never tendering a package this sensitive/important before, didn't know about cut off times. The plane I knew was leaving at 8. I figured this was enough time. But the computer wouldn't let her enter it in at 7:05, so we had to communicate with my company, then the company we represent, to put it on the next flight, two hours later, to Atlanta. It's final destination, Kennesaw.
I was attracted to Kathy. She was older, and not little "vixen" hot, like I sometimes go for, or others, but something about her just seemed like she would be fun in the sack, and she wasn't married, and was just extremely nice, and forgiving, and willing to teach me the rules of how it is done/walk me through things there.
It took about 40 minutes to get everything worked out.
I played on OkCupid and got a match with a girl who was in Lawrenceburg. We both swiped right. But her town was Rising Sun, I seem to remember at first, and then it changed (But was it St. Something?). I told her "Good Morning". Her name, Cappe.
When 8 o'clock rolled around, driving back, I called Whole Foods, on the off-chance that someone found, and turned in my money order. Brandon who I was speaking with asked my name, and the amount it was for, and said he would call me back. At about 8:30, Brandon called me back, sounding positive, and said that they did indeed have it there. A customer had turned it in, and it was in the safe.
Relief.
The roads were good until I got closer to central Indiana, where they got steadily worse, from a little icy and sleet on the road, to more and more accumulation, and crawling traffic closer. I still managed to maintain 50-60 mph, driving by many who were going slower. Fresh alignment is great. Once again, though, I saw cars off the side of the road, and another truck-trailer off the side of the road, and turned around. I don't let my speed get out of control. I feel it all in my ass, and feet. I feather the pedal.
Picked up my money order at Whole Foods, saw Mel, again, from a distance, and the lady who checked me out told me stories about how she found a 6-thousand dollar watch on the floor once, somewhere, and turned it in, and at her old job, someone found a diamond ring in the bathroom, where a woman had taken it off to wash her hands and forgot it, and it was turned in, and nobody ever claimed that. I was lucky that whoever found it, did. It was blank, receipt attached. I wanted to give a reward of some kind, but I don't know who it was, so I might donate 20 bucks or something to charity. And they might have rewarded themselves.
"Cappe" said good morning back, right around this time.
I went home, ate some chicken, and put on Stargate, on Netflix, and then passed out.
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Order for Kathy Mackey, born 11/9, I thought of 9/11, I parked behind 661, John's vehicle, and my vehicle is 991.
Kathy was also the name of the last woman I dealt with, for work, besides some communication with, I forget who, and Jessica, at work, over the phone.
689 was 23 and fireman red at Kendra Booth's house, on Christopher, where on the way, after picking up a heart and veins on Guion (Guion- "Commonly, a banner, but ecclesiastically a cross carried in procession. In this case since it is distinguished from a silver processional cross, it is probably of wood."), I thought I lost a lot of money. Christ resonates with sacrifice.
9/23 after "bomb" from the guy ahead of me, at Delta, with Kathy, on Kenton Dr, where I took the heart to go to Atlanta/to Kennesaw as far as I had knowledge.
For plates, I could read into letters, but I try to streamline sometimes, and not obsess, or go crazy. I know that after I picked up Kendra's stuff, I saw a car that had a plate that said "Indian 1" and it seemed interesting to see, then pulling into my complex to get my phone that I had forgotten, I saw "Graham 1" ahead of me, driving through the gates. At home, a name with the meaning "gravel + homestead", or "gray home".
I ate, and Tom called me at 4 to make sure I was about to get on the road, while I was. Yes. Planned to get on the road about 430.
It was about 440 when I did finally leave, which normally would be plenty of time to get there well before I needed to, but I did underestimate the effects of the sleet and ice it caused on the road. It ended up taking me right up until around 7 to get there, and on the way, I rarely could go above 60, and saw many vehicles had slid off the road. One truck had already jack-knifed. A jeep had rolled and the roof was crushed. A big four wheel drive truck was off to the side, in a ditch. Most cars seemed to not go past 35 mph in places, while I maintained about 60, flying past. I just got an alignment, as my car just got repaired, so this helped. I did slow considerably in areas, however. Once I reached around Batesville, or south of it, the roads got better. It was just water then, and I had full traction. By Cincinnati, I could drive completely normally, and I ended up at my destination, Delta on Kenton Dr, in Hebron/Florence KY, right at about 6:55.
Inside Delta's receiving, to tender, there was another courier before me. He knew the girl behind the counter, as they worked together often. He joked, and said that he was delivering a bomb- that his package was a bomb. And then she light-heartedly, but seriously acknowledged, "we're not supposed to say that"- that anyone else, anywhere else, would or could be detained. He presented his I.D. for her, and she took his birthday down (or expiration date, which is often the same), which was 9/23, as I heard spoken.
Her name was Kathy, and she was really helpful. By the time it was my turn, though, she asked what my cut-off time was, and I, never running these kind of runs, never tendering a package this sensitive/important before, didn't know about cut off times. The plane I knew was leaving at 8. I figured this was enough time. But the computer wouldn't let her enter it in at 7:05, so we had to communicate with my company, then the company we represent, to put it on the next flight, two hours later, to Atlanta. It's final destination, Kennesaw.
I was attracted to Kathy. She was older, and not little "vixen" hot, like I sometimes go for, or others, but something about her just seemed like she would be fun in the sack, and she wasn't married, and was just extremely nice, and forgiving, and willing to teach me the rules of how it is done/walk me through things there.
It took about 40 minutes to get everything worked out.
I played on OkCupid and got a match with a girl who was in Lawrenceburg. We both swiped right. But her town was Rising Sun, I seem to remember at first, and then it changed (But was it St. Something?). I told her "Good Morning". Her name, Cappe.
When 8 o'clock rolled around, driving back, I called Whole Foods, on the off-chance that someone found, and turned in my money order. Brandon who I was speaking with asked my name, and the amount it was for, and said he would call me back. At about 8:30, Brandon called me back, sounding positive, and said that they did indeed have it there. A customer had turned it in, and it was in the safe.
Relief.
The roads were good until I got closer to central Indiana, where they got steadily worse, from a little icy and sleet on the road, to more and more accumulation, and crawling traffic closer. I still managed to maintain 50-60 mph, driving by many who were going slower. Fresh alignment is great. Once again, though, I saw cars off the side of the road, and another truck-trailer off the side of the road, and turned around. I don't let my speed get out of control. I feel it all in my ass, and feet. I feather the pedal.
Picked up my money order at Whole Foods, saw Mel, again, from a distance, and the lady who checked me out told me stories about how she found a 6-thousand dollar watch on the floor once, somewhere, and turned it in, and at her old job, someone found a diamond ring in the bathroom, where a woman had taken it off to wash her hands and forgot it, and it was turned in, and nobody ever claimed that. I was lucky that whoever found it, did. It was blank, receipt attached. I wanted to give a reward of some kind, but I don't know who it was, so I might donate 20 bucks or something to charity. And they might have rewarded themselves.
"Cappe" said good morning back, right around this time.
I went home, ate some chicken, and put on Stargate, on Netflix, and then passed out.
-------
Order for Kathy Mackey, born 11/9, I thought of 9/11, I parked behind 661, John's vehicle, and my vehicle is 991.
Kathy was also the name of the last woman I dealt with, for work, besides some communication with, I forget who, and Jessica, at work, over the phone.
689 was 23 and fireman red at Kendra Booth's house, on Christopher, where on the way, after picking up a heart and veins on Guion (Guion- "Commonly, a banner, but ecclesiastically a cross carried in procession. In this case since it is distinguished from a silver processional cross, it is probably of wood."), I thought I lost a lot of money. Christ resonates with sacrifice.
9/23 after "bomb" from the guy ahead of me, at Delta, with Kathy, on Kenton Dr, where I took the heart to go to Atlanta/to Kennesaw as far as I had knowledge.
For plates, I could read into letters, but I try to streamline sometimes, and not obsess, or go crazy. I know that after I picked up Kendra's stuff, I saw a car that had a plate that said "Indian 1" and it seemed interesting to see, then pulling into my complex to get my phone that I had forgotten, I saw "Graham 1" ahead of me, driving through the gates. At home, a name with the meaning "gravel + homestead", or "gray home".
