Leaving On A Jet Plane Pt. 2
Okay so I was supposed to pack and what not and was a lazy bastard all day. It it now 11:53 PM CST, my flight leaves at 7:00 AM. I know I need to get at least 4 hours of sleep to be able to function. Thank goodness for Dr. Pepper. I hate airports. I hate having to take my shoes off. And I am hating that I will be without my precious pooch for four days (she decided to go and take a vacation yesterday that bitch).
Oh yeah and as far as the packing is concerned, fuck it. If I leave a toothbrush I just wont brush my teeth. The only thing I need is my laptop, suit, porn, and my DVD of Wall E.
I just yawned thinking about stopping in New Orleans (connecting flights) and not being able to take in the city. I am not happy about not being able to stop at my favorite burger joint in Dallas.
I am just bitching here to get it out of the way.
I just yawned again.
I guess I better log off and watch some Debbie Does Dallas before nodding off into sweet sweet AW land...
P.S. The wedding is in Tampa, or some backwaters town around that area. No offense to anyone that lives around Tampa. Feel free to make fun of Texas, or San Antonio for that matter.