November 27, 2005
After two or so hours of sleep, I was off to the airport. My parents always drop me off insanely early, and even though it was one of the busiest travel days of the year, I found myself with about an hour and a half to spare. I ate some breakfast tacos at Chili’s and read a bit. That made me sufficiently tired and slept for the entire flight. The only exceptions were the people sitting next to me (I got stuck with an aisle seat dammit) and they got up twice to go to the restroom, the second time just stepping over me because I was sleeping and they felt bad about waking me up.
Chris picked me up from the airport, with Harry and Mariana in tow. We went to none other than taco bell, which apparently gave me acid reflex. I’ve turned into weak sauce.
The entire afternoon I attempted to do work, but I was really tired and pretty inefficient. Woo is me.