The time is currently 7:30 a.m. I have been up for five hours and twenty minutes.
We set an alarm for 2:30 but I was up and at ‘em at 2:10. I took a shower and made breakfast (some leftover ground beef and scrambled eggs; a coconut milk smoothie) and was running on fumes and half a cup of coffee for a while little, and now I’m sitting in the middle of the San Francisco airport and feel a little bit like I have a hangover. I’m moody and the PA system is too loud and these lights are too bright and GET OFF MY LAWN.
I’m drinking some green tea, though, so I hope to be fine once there is caffeine inside of my body.
Awesome things so far:
+ we managed to cram all of our clothes into one suitcase, which clocked in at 48 pounds. We win at traveling!
+ free airport wi-fi
+ I got to listen to a woman read a Dr Suess book about dinosaurs to her son so I learned some things
+ my tea is awesome and it was free since I brought the tea bag from home and just got a cup of hot water from the coffee stand.
Not awesome things so far:
+ gym yesterday + cramped plane today = sore ass muscles
+ Jason just went to charge his laptop, leaving me to watch our bags which would ordinarily be fine except I have to pee now.
+ I am hungry and the only thing to eat in this terminal is a really green banana and some pastries.
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I hate that hungover feeling that happens after the adrenaline of OMG I’m going on a TRIP wears off. And when it’s at the airport it’s even worse because there is so much to hate on at airports. Of course there’s plenty to love too, but when you’re over tired it’s always harder to find that stuff.