Well, what do you expect? I’ve been sitting in this damn airport since 1:30 as I’ve said and I still have an hour. My flights at 6:15. I’m on my second glass of wine so the disgusting bugs on the seat I was on for the first 3 hours are quickly being forgotten. (I hope – I know, stop talking about them, then.)
I told my mom about said bugs and she said I would need to be fumigated before I stepped into her house. (Well, not exactly her words but I like to embellish the truth for the sake of drama).
I just made friends with the PERSON who is serving me. I wanted something salty and she suggested these marconi almonds. So f——g good. I was going to be “good,” but I would end up eating a freaking gross RX bar instead for the same points. So, that’s a strategy. Try to eat well. Get hungry. Eat stupid points anyway and gain weight.
This is my new way. I eat something I really love. These almonds are so f——-g good. I am in 7th heaven. Helen, our course leader said, if there’s no joy, it’s a strategy. Well, I found the freaking joy. After two glasses of wine (did I say that already?) and these orgasmic almonds, I am in hog heaven. Living the life. Talking to everyone around me.
Just made friends with Brittany. She flies for work. She’s sitting here with me. Everyone’s friendly after wine.
I still have 24 mins until we MIGHT start boarding. I don’t even care anymore. Life is GREAT!!!
Helen told ME that worrying is a WASTE OF TIME. AND, it makes you look ugly (again, paraphrasing – she just made an ugly face). And, worrying has been my life unknowingly.
And, I’m done. I just have to remember that. OK, they actually are boarding. I need my check and I’m finally OUT OF HERE.
The flight is actually freaking boarding. I may not edit this.
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