I'm at the JFK airport in NYC. JetBlue offers free wireless, I'm staring at the screen, I'm typing, an Australian asked if he can borrow my computer (NO FREAKING WAY!!!*) and I'm sick of the overhead announcers. I can't think! It's 1:11 a.m. Paris time, and I left my flat at 8 this morning. Only... god... 8 hours left of travel.
Shoot me.
But, when I think of home and seeing my friends I feel less dead.
Now where is a freakin' Starbucks when you need one?
I'm grumpy and loopy. Can you tell? I mean, really, Starbucks? I'm craving Starbucks???
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*Of course, I'll let him borrow my computer. He needs his hotel information and I'm nice like that. Sometimes.
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