meditating at the airport on stand by
to keep myself calm i'm sitting on the floor near an outlet for my laptop, paid for some internet, bought headphones and am listening to the germs. what a birthday thus far. i got 4 hours of sleep, which should have been 3 but my wake-up call never happened. asshole at the front desk didn't like my in and out to smoke at 3AM. so i woke up late an hour late. fortunately the car service driver waited in the lobby for 45 minutes. nice guy so that made up for the asshole desk dude. then i went to the wrong airport. yep, missed my flight to nyc. i never do this kind of shit. but what can ya do? maybe check your fucking itinerary a little more closely? i was pissed for like 30 seconds then hopped in a blue van to dulles. another 30 bucks and delta said they ONLY oversold the 250PM flight by 3 seats and that i should be able to get on. ummm how??? that's 3 too many people. my luggage had to be checked since i had shampoo and perfume and other liquid shit, and it will be on that flight with or without me. oh yeah. peace and calm. i'm almost too tired to be upset but i would really like to be looking a subway map right now. luckily i went to H&M yesterday and am carrying on a new pink bag full of new clothes. what will the rest of my day hold? more of this? i truly hope not. i am calling the hotel to confirm my room right now.