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What a day yesterday. Up for over 24 hours total. I got up at 2:45am EST, left for the airport at 3:30am. I was very pissed off when I got to the airport yesterday. The airport was roughly 30 miles from my hotel. It's Ohio, everything is 30 miles away from everything else it seems. I didn't get gas when I left the hotel because I figured there would be a gas station closer to the airport. And there was, except none of them were fucking open at 4am. I don't know what time gas stations open in Ohio but apparently not before 4. I ended up having to drop the car off with only a 1/2 tank of gas and paid EIGHT FUCKING DOLLARS A GALLON. $80 in goddamn gas. Let's just say I was not happy at all. That's how my day started. Left Ohio at 5:50 and arrived in Chicago at 6:05 CST. My flight was scheduled to board at 8:30 which wasn't bad. It gave me time to go outside, have a smoke, relax, have a glass of champagne (which I had hoped was going to help me sleep), and get some chocolate to bring home. I get to my gate around 8:15 and we sit and sit and sit. Around 9:10 we have to make a gate change. All of us like lemmings moving from one gate to another. We finally board an hour late and take off at 10am CST. The flight was not bad. It wasn't crowded and I ended up with an empty seat next to me. It was for all intents and purposes a good flight. Got home at around 12:30PST. Add that up - 12:30PST = 3:30EST and I had been up since 2:45EST already. Damn.

Since the kid is afraid to drive to the airport, I took the public transportation from the airport to the train station where she picked me up. That only took another 45 minutes out of my day.

Finally got home around 1:45. Ugh.

When we got home the kid says to me "oh yeah, mom says to tell you that you waste too much money on disney stuff and should be buying me glasses and she's pissed you de-friended her on facebook". WTF? Really? Seriously??

The kid worked from 6-10 so when she left at 6, I finally had a conversation with X1 that was severely long over due. We had it out. I told her if she has a problem with me to take it up with me. No more passing messages. And frankly, she doesn't need to talk to me anyway. We are not married, we don't have a small child, and I owe you nothing. It was an hour of screaming (her) and getting pissed but I finally got a lot of things off my chest. Worth the aggravation.

My friend worked late so she stopped by for a cocktail and to relax. She hung out until the kid came home and then the three sat and talked about stupid shit until about midnight. 24 hours straight yesterday. And tonight I have a show...