Life is a pigsty

That was the most stubborn paper towel dispenser I’ve ever used.
I’ve been to the bathroom too many times to blow my nose. I must look like a coke addict going to the bathroom so much.
My aircraft is in range. MY aircraft!
I wish someone would have had a football or something. That would have been fun to pass the few hours I’ve been delayed. Maybe the people going to Charlestown had one. I listened in on some interesting (well, not very interesting) bar conversation in La Guardia airport. Delayed? Go drink.
A group of New Yorkers are going there for a wedding, a bunch of do’s guys kinda dudes. Also there were 2 college students. One guy who is majoring in history and has no idea about anything except strip clubs and shitty bars, and a girl who thought that guy was shitty and she was the best. She sucked, I could tell. She was an oversized blonde who seemed very uninteresting to me. She only spoke to me once. She saw my book and told me David Sedaris’s new one was not worth reading. I have even more doubt in her personality now, or is that possible? The two groups were discussing where the NYC guys should go when they are not at the wedding. It got boring, so I stopped listening.
I’m 2 Killian’s in to tonight. Was that worth $18? Fuck this shit. 30 minutes to go boarding? Who knows. Oh well.
There were gnats everywhere in that bar, except in my beer. I just swatted one away and I’m sitting at the gate. What is this?
When I checked my bag, I was looking through my receipts, then I heard “hey Morrissey,” the bag check guy was calling me. I couldn’t help but laugh. I bet Morrissey doesn’t get 2 hours delayed. I bet if he did, he would be in the corner over there with 2 body guards standing in front of him, blocking any view from on-lookers.
I have my NPR podcast to keep me company in this time of need. Life is a pigsty.