Continuing my one-day travel log blog, in an airplane over Utah:
9:00 AM - Still circling Salt Lake City, the location of my one-hour layover. I'm drifting in and out of consciousness but can't fall asleep. I can't see the city because of really heavy fog--or because the window shade is down.
10:00 AM - So my flight to K.C. was delayed but I feel better after eating some Chinese food (a first?). I'm watching CNN in the boarding area but there is a rather affectionate couple directly under the TV. Man, I really hope they don't think I'm watching them and then writing about them in my notebook...though I guess I just did. Dammit.
11:00 AM - Finally in the new airplane. We actually drove around the tarmac so long I figured the pilot had a change of heart and was just going to drive this plane to Kansas City. My head hurts and the guy sitting next to me doesn't think I'm funny--but those two tidbits aren't related.
1:00 PM - I just want to cut off my legs so that I don't have to feel them anymore. And if planes have gas masks, why don't they let us wear them when we want? It's not that I can't breathe, but that I just want some excess oxygen (gets you high)--'sides, they already serve alcohol on planes. Also, I'm back in the Central Time zone, or as the locals call it: Cen-Ti.
2:00 PM - Same as 1:00 PM, except I accidentally spilled water on my lap and now have wet pants.
3:00 PM - On the road with Tyson. We're going to Lawrence then Manhattan, all in all, another two hours in a car. Most obvious lesson of the day: driving through Kansas City is not a stress-reliever for Tyson. Related, I'm not going to update this log for a little while, I'm going to have fun with a friend.
6:00 PM - In Manhattan, Kansas but only to pick up some stuff that needs to go back to Lawrence. I grabbed a quick bite but also turned on the news. I'm a news junkie--which actually carries with it a lot of similar traits to other junkies...hey, I think I got an idea for another blog post!
8:00 PM - Finally back in Lawrence, again. But this time at home. Granted the place isn't how I left it but it is how I'd expect it...goofy roommates. Frankly right now I feel grimey and suspect my breath could kill a small horse. After a shower and another obsessive check of my email inbox, I think I'll go to bed. I'll set my alarm for next week so that I don't sleep too long.
Good night.
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