I went to bed about 2.5 hours ago after being up for over 24 hours. To say it was a long day is an understatement. And I am up to check in for flights. whee.
My first flight was no problem. Normally there is a 7am flight I can take but some reason I was on a 9am. So I went to the airport early in the hopes of getting on the earlier flight. Turns out that flight only runs M-F. Fuck. Okay. I had a first class upgrade on my confirmed flight so no stress, just time waiting. I did my time, got my flight and got to DFW. I arrived with about 45 minutes to wait which wasn't bad either. But my flight home? Sucked balls. No upgrade so I was stuck in back and there were three elderly chinese ladies behind who talked in chinese, loudly, the entire 4 hours. Every time I tried to fall asleep all I heard was NOISE. Which meant I was up the whole time. I landed at 1:45 and my friends picked me up and drove me home. We all hung out for a while then B and I went over to Target to get some stuff. I got the most comfortable pair of lounge pants ever. Wearing them right now. It's like tiny babies caressing my butt. Yeah that good.
We left for the show around 9pm and things went okay. There were some issues we got blamed for that weren't our fault. Whatever. I made it through doing only minor damage to my leg. But I got through it.
Got home around 4, and here we are. I am now checked in for my flight, but I am also wide fucking awake. I need to leave at 2:45am this morning to drive to the airport for my trip to Canada. So I don't really want to go back to sleep. I will feel like I am wasting what little time I have at home. Sigh.
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