Best wishes to my New York friends. The transit strike looks to be sucking for everyone. Here's hoping it resolves soon!
I am to be boarding soon. I am hard-pressed to not stick my tongue out at the television when Bush is on there saying some very stupid things. He is such a disagreeable man.
The gate area is filling up. I have been sitting here for an hour and a quarter without feeling the passage of time particularly strongly.
There was a geekboy on the bus. I spotted him the moment he got on. He might have been checking me out. I was trying to show signs of "Hi, I'm a geek chick!" to keep myself in practice. Mostly this involved the Baen logo on the spine of A Civil Campaign; that effort got abandoned when reading made me dizzy with a few lurching turns.
I forgot to eat breakfast before I left. I will have ten-day-old pizza to dispose of when I return. Ooops. At least it's in the refrigerator. (Dinner Sunday night is lunch Monday and breakfast Tuesday, it seems...)
I become more and more intimidated the closer we get to flight time: my ears are not going to like the pressure changes.
I'd better close down the client and the browser, as I board soon, and board in the first group. (Yay upgrades at check-in!)