Airport!

I'm in the airport! And I'm sitting here at the gate in San Fransico waiting to board and go to Florida. It's rather exciting to be on your computer in the airport because you get to type and generally look cool doing unknown cool people things.

Maybe that's just how I feel personally. Finally though, I'm in on something. Maybe no one else cares. That's a distinct possibility. The thing is that I care. And that's what matters, she said, with her hands over her heart and a faraway look in her eye.

Sometimes I feel the need to narrate my speech to make things clear. I'm not talking about only blogs, as witnessed above. I mean, a lot of the time I just want tom make dramatic clarifications after I've said something. Such as this:

I don't really like airplanes, she said thoughtfully.

It's not so much the close quarters or the tiny aisles or recycled air. I can just never get comfortable. And then after an hour and a half my butt starts to hurt and there's only so much maneuovering around you can do in economy class.

We're boarding. I leave you. I'll try to write tomorrow but everything is so unsure.