Wonderful.
I missed my plane.
All I want to do is be in St. Tropez in a room I’m familiar with in a place that I love and instead I miss my flight, delaying my arrival to Luton until 5:15, giving me less than two hours to get my bags and make it to Gatwick. I’m in trouble.
Not to mention there are all sorts of men with guns patrolling the airport, which makes me feel really good. I’d take a picture but I’m afraid they’ll shoot me…
Nothing’s ever easy, huh?
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
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