1. I was supposed to be in California yesterday. Instead I’m at the Atlanta Airport. The last two days went something like this:

    July 3rd

    • Woke up at 3 am
    • Took flight to Washington Dulles 
    • Found out the hard way that Dulles is a chaotic nightmare on a REGULAR day
    • It was a holiday week
    • Original connection flight canceled
    • More than six transfers to find a flight with enough room
    • More
    • than 
    • six
    • transfers
    • nezumiko, saunterleftside, and ninjaeyecandy kept me sane as I sprinted from one end of Dulles to the other, continually thwarted by that damned OVERSOLD FLIGHT sign.
    • OVERSOLD FLIGHT
    • OVERSOLD FLIGHT
    • OVERSOLD FLIGHT
    • fuck
    • OVERSOLD MOTHERFUCKING GOAT-LICKING FLIGHT
    • Seriously. I tried to connect to flights to San Diego, Los Angeles, and even tried to re-route through Chicago O’Hare.
    • OVERSOLD FLIGHT.
    • At this point I’d been stranded in Dulles for over six hours.
    • Finally I gave up and switched airlines. 
    • That helped a lot. I actually got on the damn plane this time. Connecting flight from Dulles to Atlanta to San Francisco
    • Then the pilot announced that we’d been delayed for a half-hour
    • And another half-hour
    • Aaannnddd another half-hour, folks
    • Finally we got off the ground 3 hours late
    • And then
    • we arrived
    • in Atlanta
    • just in time
    • for me to miss my connecting flight
    • by five minutes
    • Delta gave me a voucher for a hotel, so I wasn’t completely stranded
    • Then
    • when I got my hotel room
    • The door wouldn’t open because it was BROKEN
    • CUE WAITING AN HOUR FOR THE REPAIRMEN

    July 4th

    • Wake up at 4:30
    • Catch the 5 am shuttle back to airport
    • TRIP AND FALL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SECURITY LINE

Sine Qua Non

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