It seems to be a sort of ritual of mine to stay up until ungodly hours the night before travelling. I've convinced myself it's to get used to the time difference. I don't want to be caught jetlagged and utterly exhausted.
Yes, I realize that's rather a moot point as I'll be exhausted from getting a mere 2-3 hours of sleep for several consecutive nights.
Feb. 14/09
I'm at the airport. It took me exactly 14 minutes to check my baggage, go through security and find my gate. I've got 2 hours and 20 minutes until boarding and I've already been here for 40 minutes.
I'm deathly bored.
It's Valentine's day so there's no one I feel I can safely annoy with phone calls.
What's likely to happen is I'll stop at one of the restaurants here and eat my boredom away. And then I'll regret having done that - having eaten as much as I did - because I won't have the luxury of a stable private toilet or space to move around, sprawl out and be comfortable. Then I'll land in London and be bloated and possibly constipated and how much would that suck? Being bloated and constipated in London? Probably almost as much as it'll suck being bloated and constipated in India.
Although, by the sounds of it, with the warnings people have given me, I'm more likely to have problems of the other variety - the explosive variety.
This is what happens when you're sitting in an airport bored and alone, you start writing about explosive bowel movements.
I've just discovered that my flight has been delayed. Oh joy. I'm making the best of it by sitting here with a grande Double Chocolatey Chip Frappuchino from Starbucks.
I just changed $40CAD over to Rupees. It came to 1400INR. I can't even begin to describe how rich that makes me feel.
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