Much Has Come To Pass
Well, my plane trips were interesting, and my visit to Houston was enjoyable and (sadly) short. I also have found myself sick, again.
I missed my 5:30 A. M. flight to Houston by five minutes. So I got changed to a 6:30 A.M. flight. Keep in mind that I haven't had sleep in about 20 or 21 hours at this point. When I got to Atlanta, we were 20 minutes ahead of schedule, so we had our arrival gate changed. We disembarked in a completely different concourse than I needed to be in. I was forced to take an escalator (which I am terrified of) down to a long hall, where I boarded a mini subway and made my way to Concourse B. After I got to my gate, I set off to find coffee. I bought a six dollar (and it was a small!) iced mocha, which promptly peed on my shirt. The cup was broken, but the damage was done, so I just drank the rest of it, and waited for my plane. Once on the plane, I tried to read my bible, but after reading the same verse seven or eight times, I gave up and just watched the scenry pass beneath the plane. I swear I only blinked, but suddenly everyone around me had drinks and the pilot was telling us that we were nearing Houston. After a very rough landing, which included us going up during our initial decent into Bush Intercontenential and one of the engines sounding like it had cut out, we landed. Rafe, my brother, picked me up from the airport. We listened to Flogging Molly on our way to our parents' house.
In Houston, I saw several movies, spent time waiting in line with friends for Halo 2, spent time with my parents, went to Mercer Arboritem, and spent a good amount of time with Jer and Chris. It was highly enjoyable, and left me feeling a good bit less stressed.
The flight back as nice. I read The Dragon Reborn and the guy next to me stole one of my two packs of peanuts. We hit a little turbulance and it stole my breath I was so scared. Adam and I went out to dinner and got comics while in Birmingham.
Thursday, I had a seven hour work shift. It sucked, since I'm sick. I came home and wasn't here long before I decided sleep was the best option.
Today, I mistakenly thought I was working. Hiram told me to go home when I got to Cyberstation, but as I was leaving, Kenny intercepted me and asked me to work. Justin apparently had his last wisdom tooth pulled and couldn't come in to work. So, of course, I stayed. I spent most of the night with a headache and a stuffed up nose. I cut off the token machines at 8:30 P.M. and snapped at several people who probably didn't deserve it.
I am praying that I get well soon, or that He sends more DayQuil.
Music- None
Mood- Sick
I missed my 5:30 A. M. flight to Houston by five minutes. So I got changed to a 6:30 A.M. flight. Keep in mind that I haven't had sleep in about 20 or 21 hours at this point. When I got to Atlanta, we were 20 minutes ahead of schedule, so we had our arrival gate changed. We disembarked in a completely different concourse than I needed to be in. I was forced to take an escalator (which I am terrified of) down to a long hall, where I boarded a mini subway and made my way to Concourse B. After I got to my gate, I set off to find coffee. I bought a six dollar (and it was a small!) iced mocha, which promptly peed on my shirt. The cup was broken, but the damage was done, so I just drank the rest of it, and waited for my plane. Once on the plane, I tried to read my bible, but after reading the same verse seven or eight times, I gave up and just watched the scenry pass beneath the plane. I swear I only blinked, but suddenly everyone around me had drinks and the pilot was telling us that we were nearing Houston. After a very rough landing, which included us going up during our initial decent into Bush Intercontenential and one of the engines sounding like it had cut out, we landed. Rafe, my brother, picked me up from the airport. We listened to Flogging Molly on our way to our parents' house.
In Houston, I saw several movies, spent time waiting in line with friends for Halo 2, spent time with my parents, went to Mercer Arboritem, and spent a good amount of time with Jer and Chris. It was highly enjoyable, and left me feeling a good bit less stressed.
The flight back as nice. I read The Dragon Reborn and the guy next to me stole one of my two packs of peanuts. We hit a little turbulance and it stole my breath I was so scared. Adam and I went out to dinner and got comics while in Birmingham.
Thursday, I had a seven hour work shift. It sucked, since I'm sick. I came home and wasn't here long before I decided sleep was the best option.
Today, I mistakenly thought I was working. Hiram told me to go home when I got to Cyberstation, but as I was leaving, Kenny intercepted me and asked me to work. Justin apparently had his last wisdom tooth pulled and couldn't come in to work. So, of course, I stayed. I spent most of the night with a headache and a stuffed up nose. I cut off the token machines at 8:30 P.M. and snapped at several people who probably didn't deserve it.
I am praying that I get well soon, or that He sends more DayQuil.
Music- None
Mood- Sick
posted by Meredith @ 9:40 PM
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