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Oh my fucking god. 15 hours to get home yesterday. 15 fucking hours. Ugh.

I was up at 5est, met my colleague for breakfast at 7, took the train to the airport little after that, and was through security at 10am est. My first flight didn't end up leaving until 1. I get to JFK stressed because my second flight was scheduled to board at 3 and I arrived at 2:25. But when I get to the gate? Oh no, we are delayed until 5:30 at the earliest. Fuck. Remember, I have been on the other side of security since 10 with no smokes. I am cool and holding on, but damn if I am not getting tired already. My tablet died on this trip so I have nothing to watch or play, I am carrying two bags because the client made me take a laptop home, and I can't risk going outside because the plane is delayed due to weather at home and they could start boarding any minute. Fuck. 4:40 we board. We then sit on the runway because of everyone else who is backed up. We don't actually take off until 6:30pm. EST mind you. It's then a six and a half hour flight. When we land, everything is backed up so it takes a half hour to get to the gate and off the plane. Then another half hour to get home.

Upside is that while I was gone the kid stepped up and cleaned the house. I walked into a perfectly clean house with all the pets alive. Right on. Thank you kid.

So why am I up? Because I have a six am conference call with another east coast client. I don't know how useful I am going to be this morning, but I will be on the call. I am supposed to go to Disneyland today and that's all I am focusing on right now. Get through the morning, get in the car, go to Disneyland.

My day was literally very boring yesterday since it was spend in airports and metal tubes. I was so wired when I got home I didn't even unpack. Just the basics out of the bag to function.

Conference call. Bleh.