And now I'm in Calgary, waiting for my connecting flight home. Lots of cowboy hats. Lots of neck tattoos.
Whenever I'm taking a flight home to Halifax, I always expect I'll see someone I know... as if Halifax were some tiny town populated solely with aquaintances of mine. At Gate D41 right now - no one I recognize. No big surprise and probably for the best too - I look like shit and am not feeling too social. I pretended to be asleep for most of the last flight so the overly-friendly guy next to me would stop chatting. For anyone who cares - he and his wife are on their way to Florida for a cruise, and they were in Nova Scotia for Hurricane Juan. They like cats and think lychee is okay.
Also - I'm an asshole. And tired. Don't talk to me until at least 4:00 tomorrow afternnon. Thanks.
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