I’m as efficient as a Japanese business man at the airport. I try to be as streamlined as possible, slipping in and out of crowds like a wise grasshopper. I purposely wore sandals for easy slip on/off at security. I checked in at home and printed out my tickets, made sure not to have to check my bag. I avoided every line imaginable at the airport today and the place was PACKED. Dumb asses….
I hate crowds. I’m not a fan of them. Once a crowd turns into a mob, no one has individual faces anymore. It’s all just a bunch of arms and legs moving in a cluster fuck. They’d step over a dead person in the street without realizing.
I’m at the Fort Worth airport in Texas and I hope it’s not huge. I can’t really tell from where I’m at how big this place is. I have no idea where my gate is, let alone my gate number. I’m just sitting here at the first place I saw that serves breakfast.
I kept nodding off on the plane. I didn’t sleep last night. My flight was too early in the morning so I couldn’t sleep.
I just ordered a bloody mary. What the hell Mel? I only have $300 to spend this week. I’m not even there in Alaska yet and I’m pretty sure this breakfast will cost me at least $25 – $30. For breakfast!! I have no self control. No dignity.
And I keep eying places to hide so I can vape my ecig. Usually on the floor in front of a deserted gate I find a pole to hide behind.
OMG this bloody mary is friggin awesome!
Shit I’m tired. It’s 11:38am in texas. Back home it’s 12:38pm, in Anchorage it’s 8:39 in the morning. My plane will be landing in Anchorage at 7PM Alaskan time after a 7 hour flight tonight. How long will that mean I’m awake for?
I’ve been up since 10:30am yesterday, it’s been 26 hours I think I been awake for. If I get to bed at 10pm tonight (Alaska time), it’ll mean I’ll be awake for 32 hours? No no wait, hold on…..damn math. Right now at home it’s 12:38pm so if I go to bed at 2am tonight (Connecticut time), that’s 14 hours from now, add that to the 26 I’ve already been awake for and that equals out to be 40. I don’t know, I could be wrong. I’ll figure out the math when I’m not so shitty.
I’m about to pay my bill and find my gate. Hopefully I can start writing again once I get there. My plane doesn’t take off until 315pm and it’s only 11:46am.
$34.97 was my total bill for breakfast.
And yeah, this place is huge. The shuttle taken a good 3-4 minutes to get to my gate.
I literally feel pregnant right now. My stomach is full of beef tenderloin breakfast burrito, toast, home fries, apple juice and bloody mary. Perfect combo for a 7 hour plane journey I’d say.
I have this really weird habit of rubbing my stomach whenever I feel really full, gassy, or I’m drinking alcohol. I’m just sitting here at my gate vaping my ecig in secret and rubbing my gigantic stomach like a freak.
I’m wearing a t-shirt I bought at Stop & Shop. It’s a t-shirt that gives patronage to my hometown. I don’t think I should be mentioning my hometown anymore on accounts of some guy searching for “massagebymelanie @ email”. He landed on My blog with that search, but what are the chances it’s actually a client who know’s me? Out of all the freaking people in the world?
Shit, I should DEFINITELY not mention Massage by Melanie, and even just the word “massage” should be off-limits from now on.
And I’m wearing super comfortable pants that feel like pajama’s.
This is quite nice having my blog here.
Okay, I’m going to publish this shit post and listen to my new audiobook, I’m starting to zone with my mouth agape.