I hate travelling.

No wait, that's not *entirely* true. I hate travelling when it involves major delays, extra expenses, post-midnite arrivals and fucked up homecomings. Plane was 3 hours late departing, thanks to poor planning on the part of the airlines and a pilot who apparently was still flying with his learner's permit (I thought they couldn't have any passengers until they had their full license). So instead of a friend picking me up from the airport and we two getting a drink, I paid an additional $28.00 to get a shuttle van home, which takes an additional hour-and-a-half. And finally, I came home to find the plants not watered and the front door unlocked! My faith in my neighborhood is once again renewed, as it appears the only thing missing in the apartment are a few leaves from my poor dehydrated ficus plant.

Okay Crost - said I would journal and I did....TAG! you're it!