At the airport

I wrote this entry while at ROC airport. I didn't post because my computer was working at a comatose rate. So I'll just post it anyway :D. It's only text, I was already getting looks from people from having a camera as it is.

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Here I am sitting at the half-food-court-half-business area of the ROC airport.

I didn't just suffer the annoying (and to some degree) humiliating screening process. Oh no. I had to re-buy a one-way ticket to Ft. Lauderdale because the one I have now is...well, it's 1,400 miles away. At home. In Miami. 1,400 miles away. But it's been roughly 24 hours without sleep for this little piggy, and the truth is I don't have the energy nor the coherence to be the cunning person, or, as this one kid so modernly called it, "the top eBayer."

So - thank god - I had PLUS loan extra credit (not necessarily a gracious thing when you're talking loan money) and that was refunded to my bank account and so I was able to buy anotehr ticket. Now I'm sleepy as hell, watching the blurry people go buy and being so tempted to start reading, only to realize that I would be so incredibly drowsy, regardless of how interesting the topic may be. Today it would have been Alfred Kinsey's Honeymoon --maybe after the first flight.

I'm so ready to get back. Only 9 more hours.

P.S. I am as hungry as I am afraid of leaving my belongings unattended in this sketchy little table to go get food. Very.