In the Airport

You know what freaks me out?

Doctor's offices and airports.

Both areas have the potentiality to have someone else's fingers in your bum.

HOWEVER! Nobody has tried to do this to me and the thingie didn't beep when I went through it, so we're all good.

So who else is excited that I'm going to Paris? Anybody? ANYBODY?

No? Just me?

....why am I feeling a wave of hate coming at me?

Oh well.

I'm sitting on the floor near the wall, to use the plug. Airports need to get jiggy with it and run some power bars through the seating. It would keep people from congregating around the wall plugs.

But I digress.

PAAAAAAAAAAAARIS.

Boarding starts in half an hour. My leg hurts. I was hoping to get a massage before I left, but my masseuse is getting married very shortly, and did not have the time. C'est la vie. Sitting on the floor helps it, I think. Stretches out the muscle, anyway.

There is a man wearing a very awful man-fume sitting on the floor next to me. He is also pressed right up against an outlet and talking loudly on his phone. Mostly he's just saying: "HELLO? HELLO?.......HELLO? HELLO........HELLO?" He stinks. I hope I am not next to him on the plane. He looks like a well-off business man, so here's hoping that's a no.

It is also quite cold in this airport. I wish I brought my sweater with me. But I did not. I wanted to avoid as much bulk as I could. I DO have a scarf, though...

Anyway. I'm going to go play video games while I wait for my flight.

See you on the flipside, my friends.