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My Flight is Laaaate, De-lay De-lay!
Mar. 5th, 2004 06:16 pmHarumph. My flight to Chicago is delayed.
I'm stuck at an LAX sports bar for the next two hours. Sting is wailing about desert roses overhead. But at least I've found a nice comfy corner table for one, adjacent to an AC outlet for my PowerBook, and have the mobile phone jacked into said laptop to enable this post.
Huzzah for airport porn surfing!
Only problem is, now I don't arrive in Chicago 'til nearly 2am -- at least 3am 'til I can get back to the hotel and sleep -- and then I have to be up at 8 to get to the Museum by 9 for my day-long meeting. Ugh.
I'm stuck at an LAX sports bar for the next two hours. Sting is wailing about desert roses overhead. But at least I've found a nice comfy corner table for one, adjacent to an AC outlet for my PowerBook, and have the mobile phone jacked into said laptop to enable this post.
Huzzah for airport porn surfing!
Only problem is, now I don't arrive in Chicago 'til nearly 2am -- at least 3am 'til I can get back to the hotel and sleep -- and then I have to be up at 8 to get to the Museum by 9 for my day-long meeting. Ugh.
