I’m in the Pittsburgh airport waiting for my bag. The P.A. announcements are painfully loud. But before I talk about Pittsburgh, I want to say that SFO has signs implying free WiFi, but I certainly couldn’t find any and didn’t feel like getting out my work laptop just to blog. Ugh. I hardly got any sleep on the plane so of course I’m in an awesome mood. The plane was freezing and the passenger next to me wouldn’t stop rummaging through her purse, and then left her light on reading about Britney Spears going to the grocery store or whatever it is they write about today in those useless celebrity magazines.
Next I have to get in a cab and hope the driver can get me to my destination which is 40 minutes away, because I have no idea how to get anywhere around here. But that’s not the end of my day. It’s only a bit past 7 AM here right now, which means I have about 15 more hours of staying awake, pretending to be in a good mood until salvation in some form of “Well, we should probably get going…” which means I’ll finally get to go to sleep at the hotel. After another 30 minutes in the car, of course.