if only I could sleep

I actually have a few minutes to write, but I’m just too tired to take advantage of it. I’m waiting in the airport for my significantly delayed flight, and I am in a chapstick-free zone with sad chapped lips. My coworker saw a guy almost made shoeless at security since he had the misfortune of wearing Dr. Scholl’s shoes with gel inserts built in. The screeners eventually decided his gel-filled shoes were OK since they were built into the shoe. But the chapstick was just too dangerous.

I tried sleeping, but hard plastic chairs with stiff unmoveable arms aren’t as comfortable as you might think. So, instead, I’m just trying to keep my eyes open until the flight gets here. Which should be any… hour now.

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