In case anyone was wondering, my day got even worse (but I did find my scarf!!)

I had a stopover in Houston. First the plane couldn't land because of thunderstorms or something so the flight was delayed. Then the gate I had to get to was like on the other side of the goddamn airport. I'm not exaggerating when I say I'm pretty sure I walked a mile.

Now, I am pretty out of condition. I had a heavy backpack and was carrying a bag. Also, remember, ALL THOSE LAYERS. I was completely soaked in sweat by the time I got to the gate (thank god there was an empty seat between me and the other passenger in my row because I smelled terrible). Now I'm home and it hurts to lift my arms, and my palms are rubbed raw from the straps.

Oh, and I didn't get a chance to eat anything throughout all of this.

OH, and did I mention that I'm having my period?

On the bright side: I'm an idiot and my scarf was in my bag. I did not discover this until I got home, after having ALL THE ANGST ABOUT IT.

I found the pin too.

I'm trying very hard not to cry in the airport right now.

Everything about this airport experience has been miserable.

First, I came close to having a full body patdown. I set off the thing because I forgot I was wearing jewelery and had my phone in my pocket. Because I set it off, I was "randomly selected" to either have the patdown, or a full body scan. I went for the scan.

Second, I LOST MY MOTHERFUCKING SCARF.

Third, since I bought some stuff that took up room in my bag I'm wearing a million layers and I'm sweating like a fucking pig.

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At least there's a Starbucks right next to my gate, so I can drink iced coffee and blog.

OH, also a pin DonnaNoble gave me fell off my bag.