...it's too late for a post. I'm late.
Not in that 16 yo girl who panics after having sex in a car a few weeks earlier late. Just late to getting to blog today. And as it turns out, it doesn't matter.
I have nothing. NOTHING.
I'm sitting in the San Jose airport waiting for my flights to Houston (ugh) and then onto Cleveland. I got here earlier enough to try to switch to another flight to Houston, but they were deplaning. The plane is broken or something, so now those 100+ people are scrambling for seats on other fights or airlines. I hate that feeling.
But I have my seat....and can you believe it? I'm not upgraded. I don't know I can continue flying coach. At least I have an aisle seat.
So I apologize for the post of nothing. They are most that way anyways, no? I'm just acknowledging it this time as opposed to burying my head in the blogger sand.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll have something better tomorrow. No promises.
Song by: Marti Jones