I arrived in Texas and looked at my ticket realizing... I have a stupid layover. Six hours, I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself. Maybe study some people, maybe get a sandwich. Wash my hooves... Once or twice... Or ten times... Airports are filthy! I have to wait three hours until I even find out what gate I will be at, so until then I sit here. It's sort of interesting. At least I have a view!
I exchanged my money at a kiosk because I forgot to think ahead and get my Euros from the bank. That was a mistake. I payed $120 and got 70€ back. If you ask me, that's a crack of crop! Er, I mean a crock of crap!
They had an in-flight movie. That made me happy. Hmm... What else. I ran on two and a half hours of sleep yesterday. I completed two finals and a paper. Go me. I also slept two hours last night. And twenty minutes on the plane. So over the course of two days I am living off about five hours of sleep. I might start to develop a nervous twitch. Or I just might go insane. Who knows, I don't.
It's windy here. The airplane pilot announced 40 mph winds when we landed. It made getting to the ground a bouncy, stomach churning experience. It was fun. I wonder what would happen if I decided to fly a kite. This might have to be an endeavor I attempt in Europe. Do they have kites? Is that a thing they do?
Can I rant a moment? Well good, because you have no choice. I should get free internet on my flights. I've spent enough money. I get one in-flight movie, half a can of Ginger Ale, and one measly bag of honey-roasted peanuts. Yes, because that can hold over somebody if that somebody were a small child. A child that probably can't even chew and eats pulverized fruits and veggies. But as for the rest of society... Complimentary... Ha. And then I get into the airport and I'm starving from the lack of sustenance and the closest place is a sandwich shop that charges ten bucks for a bagel sandwich. They quarantine you to germs and confined, close quarters with individuals that may or may not smell like smoked Hivardi cheese; threatening that you have to go back through Security if you leave (which nobody wants to do), and they can't even give you a decently priced meal. Those rascals. Oh and they don't even have good programs on the TV behind me. There's some documentary special on illegal and prescription drugs, and it's following users of Marijuana.. They're explaining the medical effects and substance abuses. In an airport? Only in America. Everybody loves The Brady Bunch, why don't they just put an episode of that on? Or anything else. I'm from Washington. Everything you're telling me, I already know.
Okay, I'm done ranting. Life is good, I am safe, I love life. I will really love life when I get to that hostel and I can sleep for a day. Because sleep is good, and I am lacking.
I might write from the sixteen hour flight. We'll see. Until then, I will continue to watch planes come and go in hopes that the six hours grind by quicker.
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