I am depressed. Care to know why? Because normal people can handle simple things, like, say, getting on an airplane. You know, basic stuff -- you book a flight, you get a boarding time, you allow yourself ample time to get to the airport, and you board. That's normal people. I, apparently, am sub-normal.
Today I gave myself an hour to get to the airport from work. F'ing play-offs. I got stuck in massive Dodger traffic tonight so I must curse them. I curse you, Dodgers. I got to the airport and tried to get through security but got stopped for my bag. This little squeaky guy (whom it turns out I wanted to punch) thought it looked too big. It wasn't. And now, I'm just pissed. And bummed. I wanted to wake up in Austin tomorrow but instead I'll be trying to make a flight to Austin. And I kinda feel like my inability to consistently get to the airport on time has crossed some sort of line by now. I kinda feel like I should be grounded maybe. But then I remember that I have to get up at 4:30 a.m. to catch the replacement flight and I realize that's punishment enough.
Tally ho.