DAY #6, Entry #3 - Holy good gosh

Hour seven of the hell that this layover has become, only five more to go. I am literally a bit concerned that I might be going crazy. I am considering have a conversation with the small, kind of fake looking but actually real tree next to me. Yeah, that bad.

The stupid check-in desk isn't stupid open because the stupid flight isn't for another stupid five hours. So, I can't check my luggage, which means I can't pass GO, which means I have to sit out here in the land of nothingness. I know the otherside of the security probably has beds, and showers, and unicorns, and.........

I was watching a TV show on my computer in Starbucks, but an actual customer kicked me off the plug-in. The nerve of some people!

I'm going to go watch for the men in the white jackets now. I'm looking forward to talking with them :)