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On the Road Again

Happy birthday, Taerna!!!!!

I made it to DFW (traveler speak for Dallas - Fort Worth airport) with very few issues, then BAM! My connecting flight has been delayed for an hour due to maintenance issues. Fun stuff. I've settled in at some sports themed restaurant that will undoubtedly serve me a fat laden over-cooked burger on a soggy bun but then charge me like I just ate a perfect slice of Angus beef with a nice wine reduction sauce. Travel is so glamorous. They do have the Olympics playing on all 6 TV's, so that's good.

I just saw that the USA basketball team beat Greece by 6 points. Way to go, guys. We pay you millions of dollars a year, and you manage to scrape together 77 points in an hour of play. Wooo! Fuckers. Having graduated from the University of Kansas, I'm quite disappointed in the lack luster performance by two of our former coaches. It will prove things once and for all if the Olympic team loses one game out of the gold with Roy Williams in the assistant coach slot. CHOKE!

I shouldn't say that. I lurve me some KU basketball, and jumped up and down like a fool when Roy decided to stay the first time. I thought he was something of a whiney little punk the second time around when he left what with the claim that no one loves KU more than him, but he had to get back to his roots.� Whatever. I'll let all the fools with the KUJHAWK4EVER screen names battle that out in a chat room somewhere.

Motherfucker! I just got bit by a fucking mosquito. Okay. My shitty burger is here. Back in a few.

Just as I suspected. The burger was pink on the outside and the fat was still congealed due to undercooking.� Even those little tiny fry parts that sizzle in the bottom of the fry bin were soggy. I ate about a quarter of the burger and a total of nine fries. Yum. There is a man sitting next to me arguing with himself. I've thoroughly sought out any signs of a cell phone ear piece, personal recording device, etc, but no such luck. Two of the waiters were watching him and one went over, asked him a question, had a brief conversation with him then hurried off to report back that the guy was indeed talking to himself. I can hardly hear what he's saying, but he's obviously deeply conflicted over something. Then again, maybe I shouldn't make fun of someone talking to himself while I sit here and type out my thoughts. Hmmmm.

So last night, The Boy and I began our courses on how to be a married couple. The married couple leading our one-on-one sessions is really nice, and they are so on our side. I've heard horror stories of super long sessions that go on week after week. Our couple said we'd have three hour and a half long sessions and be done with the whole thing. Rock! Not that it is bad or anything, it's just nice to be let of school early no matter what the class.

The man is gesturing with his hand now - a motion that starts near his belly button and flutters up like he's waving the scent of something into his nostrils. I only hope he's not trying to smell his own farts or something gross like that. If that is the case, I will have to make a quick exit back to my gate where there are no tabletops on which to type.

After our session, I spent the night trying to shove a walk-in closet's worth of crap into the lone closet that remains in my house. The Boy begrudgingly helped me with this task as I am short and can't reach all of my limited space. I cannot wait to finish the bedrooms and closets and find a permanent home for all of my crap.

Oh no - the addition of a new smell in the area. The Gesturing Man is still muttering, but a new guy just settled in a couple of tables down for me. I think he's wearing the same short-sleeved shirt and tie he's worn all week. Reek!!!

Wow. Only one more hour until my flight takes off - supposedly. I guess I'll head on to the gate as the smell is overpowering in this tiny corner of the universe right now. Hopefully, all goes well and I can upload this lovely entry at my hotel. We'll see about that. There's still a flight that needs to take off, a rental car to pick up and a hotel to check into. So much opportunity for major league suckage.

...Alright, I made it in. Woo! The hotel is pretty nice, however I won't get to see much of it seeing as it is getting late and all. I've ordered some shitty room service. After I eat that, I shall sleep like a log on a heavenly bed. Love those beds. Love them. Also, since I'm not planning to check my work email that means I'm on dial-up so that means no pictures for you! And that sucks too, because I've got a great view of the Harrah's casino. Funny thing is, I thought I was headed to New Orleans. When I look out the window, it seems so much like Las Vegas. Odd. More tomorrow, I hope. I fly again, so we'll see how that goes.

9:24 p.m. - August 17, 2004

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