when i was little, i used to dream about the year 2002, where i would wake up in the morning and my email client would show me my mail - not just the one new message in my spam folder, but, say, the 14k mails i have saved in my inbox. i am still dreaming about those days.
i'm at the airport and it looks like i might make it back tonight. evidently my plane got to dc at 10:30 or so, which was approaching when i was supposed to be in boston.
of course, it's snowing a good deal. visibility is ~3/4 of a mile, which is less than the runway but i figure it's straight so they should be ok.
every time i go though security, they like to examine my laptop specially. i'm not sure whether it's the titanium in the case, the internal wavelan card, or the pulsating led, but there's something they like about it.
also in cleveland they like to x-ray the luggage near the ticket counter. the guy in front of me had a bunch of plastic plumbing pipe stuff. their bag was thoroughly searched.
at least they don't ask the questions about if you packed your bags yourself etc. anymore. i always found those annoying.
i feel like i'm getting a cold or something.
i've had a few kernel panics in the last week - including one just now. i wonder if it has anything to do with turning journaling on. also i wonder if that word has one or two l's.
haha it gets better. the plane going to dc finally came in, but there's something wrong with the tail. it's already supposed to have left, so there's no way i'm making the connection to boston...
oh and there's an old woman walking around with "the murder book." i'm sure she's getting searched at every checkpoint.
so the one flight was cancelled or something, so i've been put on a direct flight with continental (incidently, it's scheduled to leave almost 24 hours after i was supposed to leave yesterday). i was supposed to pick up my checked luggage at the baggage claim, then re-check in with continental. i had to go find someone to get my bag; i am not sure what games they were playing with it.
i should probably be at least a little upset, but considering i'm travelling alone and don't have a job or family to get to in boston, i really don't care when i get there. although, if my iPod battery runs out it might be a different story. i haven't found any electrical sockets over by the seats here.
it's going to be sweet when they spend 2 hours de-icing the plane (what's the stuff they spray on the plane?) and then we get re-routed to like pittsburgh or something. at least there's a cinnabon in this concourse.
let us not forget, there is hope
if i cared, i'd say the terrorists have already won. i got searched at the gate *again*. don't they know that terrorists don't sit in row 22 on a flight from cleveland? not that i'm bitter. with the extra 1.5 hours delay due to winds in boston, or anything. this will give me even more time to regret not having gotten a cinnabon. i'd get off the plane and get one, but i'd rather not have to play the ``ok sir, please step over there'' game.
the ``snack'' on this flight better be stellar.
ok it's 11 pm, and i'm home. yay.