"If there is one ironic truth about my life, it's how bitter my own medicine is."
- The Duke
I know. My man is damn quote worthy. It's one hell of a trait in a boyfriend.
I've only had a couple sips of coffee, aka my creativity juice, as of yet.
Just apologizing in advance.
Pros of morning flights:
No line-ups for security.
Customs guy is too tired to question my sexuality.
I'm able to enjoy sunshine at my destination.
Cons of morning flights:
Airport Tim Horton's decided that fruit and yogurt are not on the menu, meaning I'm nearly in a carb coma at 8am.
I have a hard time with basic balance on a good day. Try me at a security gate, barefooted, sleepy, caffeine free, trying to manage armloads of bags.
So, yes, my North American gallivanting continues, as in less than an hour, I should be floating somewhere above your heads on my way to Chicago.
... maybe flipping through a Skymall catalogue?
I have been mighty bloggie MIA as of late, getting all my work out of the way for this trip, and that will probably continue for a little while longer, unfortunately. It doesn't help that I also began running a new study last week which, while being very exciting from a geek standpoint, also means that most of my online time lately has been spent recruiting and replying to participants. This leaves me about as excited to spend more time in front of a computer afterwards as I would be to listen to ShaqFu on repeat.
I hate Shaq with the fire of a million suns.
But I love sweet, sweet coffee. So I should probably step away from the keyboard and drink some.