normally, i disagree with wearing socks with sandals. however, since we’re required to more or less strip for security purposes at the airport, i am here in socks and sandals, waiting for my flight.
clinicals, they are done. vacation, it has begun. the knitting will resume as soon as i put the compy away.
you know what else kind of torques me about the airport? the connection. i mean, yeah. i’m happy there’s any connection at all. but it’s slower than a turtle on methadone, you know? getting into my email was… trying.
and i’m totally eavesdropping on the two business-y tools down the row from me. jackasses, i tell you. i kind of want to slap the cell phones from out of their clammy hands.
i may be wound up and grouchy. thanks for stopping by.
