Currently sitting in the Terminal at O'Hare. God decided to send a thunderstorm through the midwest and northeastern United States for some lulz (no offense intended, I am made in his image and I love me some lulz), so apparently it will be a little while before my winged metal tube can almost miraculously soar through the skies at supersonic speeds, and this minor inconvenience in the middle of this great convenience enrages me.
My plan when I get to New York for the 1st day, because I'm not much of a photographer, and it will be rainy anyway, is to record the day in words: one word per hour, which I will then share here.
When I am done boozing and whoring. So the first few words will probably be "booze" and "whore." As it should be.
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