A little girl got on the flight last night coming out to Wichita, Kansas. She was wearing sparkly red shoes. I thought it was very appropriate. I wonder if she clicked them and then her mom bought a plane ticket.
I just walked about two miles in 27 degree weather with snow flurrying in my face to pay someone to rip hair off my body. I find it amusing how willing people are to share personal information when you're at their mercy.
I'm in the middle of a trip that is payback for not working at Christmas time. I played then so now I must earn some money. It's been a good trip. I'm just glad that (as of right now) I don't have to get up at 4am for at least another month.
It seems that the whole United States has settled into a nice cozy upper twenties environment. It was 23 in Ft. Walton Beach, 25 in Atlanta, and now 27 in Wichita. I feel like I might be getting used to it, but it might just be the many layers of clothes I constantly wear that is allowing me to ignore reality. Going to the bathroom on a regional jet wearing a scarf, pea coat, sweater, vest, dress shirt, undershirt, bra, slacks, thermals, underwear, knee-high wools socks, and boots should now be considered an Olympic sport. I'm thinking about getting a catheter just for the winter.
I've been trying to eat more fruit and vegetables lately. It's making me realizing how much crap I eat. I also eat a lot out of boredom. Flying will do that to you.
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