I am sitting on the runway at whatever Atlanta’s airport is called. The plane is just chillin.
I am still trying to do my laundry from the trip to DR. I don’t know how people can travel every week as part of their job. It’s so jarring and confusing and time consuming.
To make it suckiester, I don’t really have a working digital camera these days aside from the D70 monster, so I don’t even have any photographic proof of my existance.
Oh well, at least I’m not on the runway in Iraq.