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After a harrowing drive to Tulsa through ice and snow in the sauna of the car (my grandmother gets cold easily) I am firming ensconsed in a corner booth at the airport. I have internet and water. I can survive for, well, hours. Airports really ought to do something about the fact that everyone is wearing headphones. I wouldn't hear an evacuation alarm, I'd just sit here with my iPod and die a happy oblivious death.

Three army guys are left holding their wives/girlfriends purses in front of the bathrooms.

Guy tries to look business like and rich. But his shoes have tassels. I don't care how much they cost, shoes shouldn't have tassels, for that matter nothing should except perhaps lampshades.

A cop car in the parking lot is trying desperately to go somewhere but is spinning out while Honda's go around.

I don't want to go. I want to stay home with my bed and jigsaw puzzles. Sigh. Time to switch personalities and become someone who carews about politics but right now all I want to do is plant a garden.

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Just saw Izzy in airport. Hate OMG SEXZ. I WANT HIM. (Oh he was pretty in a kind of rape fantasy redneck kinda way.)

Was just sniffed in a highly anxietizing manner by the drug dog. What if it mistook my scented lotion (< 3 oz) for something?! My life was just in the paws of a scrawny dog and I didn't like it one bit.

The last few moments have been very traumatizing for me, aren't you glad I was making an entry. Let's recap.

1) Sees person from high school. Who is skinny and has a nice nose. Is bitter and becomes paranoid.

2) In middle of preceding trauma sees a hot guy who causes spontaneous hot flash and inspires lurid fantasies.

3) In middle of preceding trauma an either highly suspicious or off duty dog comes over to say hello. Much more stressful than it sounds.

Now I'm off to read about your life.

ETA (also saw Rob Pore** who saw me and ran away after flinching.)

ETA2 New Orleans or Chicago?

ETA3 I can't take much more of this.