December 17, 2005

At the airport waiting for our plane to Singapore. Transcribed from handwritten notes.

I am very anxious because I have nothing to do.

Cass just asked me why I’m not typing this into the computer, furthering my irk.

Our flight attendants have just arrived, boy - are they pretty. And thin. And friendly. A couple of them smiled at us and nodded their heads as they passed us.

What tickles me is the grandma to my right hooking up on her PDA. My god, even grandmas are on PDAs now. I think it’s funny.

This is a really ugly and bland terminal with only 3 shops and not even a tv screen for broadcasting annoying cnn marquee newsflashes.

I am so bored I am crawling out of my skin.