Whhhhhhhhy?

Up at 4:30am to make sure I catch my plane. ;_;

I ARN'T DED

Although I kind of wish I was. For some unknown reason, none of the stores in Terminal A out of Reagan had Dramamine. I tend to get airsick on longer flights. I wasn't thrilled, but figured I could pick some up in Denver during the layover. Not only did Denver not have any Dramamine either, but I could not find any bottle soda for sale to settle my stomach. I'm lucky I didn't throw up during that last flight.

Fuck you, Denver International Airport. Fuck you.

Now miome is finding us a place to go for dinner. It's only 4:30 here but my body believes it's 7:30. Stupid time zones. Jet lag is going to bite.

At least I get to see my Dad tomorrow and then convention.