Full of Christmas cheer, only not

Right, so...I missed my flight Saturday. And then I had to wait in line for two hours with my ridiculously large bag, just so the very nice lady who helped me could tell me that I couldn't get on a flight to Austin until the next day. This was after sleeping irregularly all week, usually about three hours at a time. After midnight on Thursday I'd had maybe one of those naps to last me through to 2pm Saturday. In between, I wrote a film paper, packed, and cleaned my dorm room like whoa. (Seriously, that place is fucking pristine--we're talking the moved-the-bed-and-swept-under-it, defrosted-the-mini-fridge, wiped-down-the-floor kind of clean.) Not to mention the Spanish poetry incident. ;) I also haven't eaten a real meal since...um...wow. Wednesday night? That can't be right...maybe it was Thursday. No, because the food services people were dancing because it was their last night. I don't even want to go into the giant mess of my academic shit right now, but let me just say that this was all insult to injury.

Anyway, so next up is food, because I just slept like a rock in my bed (with freshly-washed sheets, go me) for twelve hours, so that's taken care of, then re-packing my bag because I didn't pack any shoes the first time (imagine remembering that goof when already at the airport), maybe taking a shower, and definitely taking more ibuprofen for all the muscles I wrenched getting my bag to the taxi. Then I get to spend many hours in transit to arrive home at 7:45pm, Christmas Eve. Christmas cheer? Not so much.

I just really hope they have some booze for me when I get home. That kind of Christmas cheer, I could really go for.

In summation:


Dear Life,

You are a ho (ho, ho).

No love, Me