Sun 3 Jun 2007
sitting at the minneapolis airport at 730 central time, one leg to go to get to hartford, wondering what on earth is in store for me for the next three weeks. i checked my jacket with my luggage, and just drank a bitter coffee to keep warm in the chilly airport; i may regret that later today.
people in minneapolis do talk different! they sound a little like canadians. it’s drizzly outside. my eyes want to close. i’m incongruously worried about the veins in my legs when i cross them to keep warm. i’m a little bit crazy in airports in the morning, i think. and my nose won’t stop running and i have a little headache and my mouth tastes ucky from the underwhelming coffee and oh! they’re calling me to board. love traveling. i do!