Congrats to all those who caught the Sherlock reference! To all those who didn't let me clear things up for you: BORED! BORED BORED BLOODY BORED OH MY GOD I'M BOOOOORED!!!
This will be a rant. You don't have to read on.
As some of you may know, I went on a little trip. Today I'm going back to the freezing cold weather, and I actually don't mind. It's the time that I get there that I've got an issue with. Or, to be more specific, the time that my transportation vehicle arrives.
You see, either way I'm getting home a little past midnight. Considering my sleeping habits, I know most of you are saying, "but Mocha, that's when you sleep!" with a big shocked face. (Two references to popular TV shows in one post? But Lucy that's illegal! *shot*) For an inexplicable reason, I have two connecting flights. I like flying, so I don't care. I was just dragged out of bed at seven in the morning so I could get to the airport, only to find out that my flight was delayed, and that I'd miss my connecting flight. When is the next available flight? Five fifteen. PM. Hello, waiting in an airport for seven hours!! But I've got wifi. MWAHAHAHAHA! So this really shouldn't be so bad, except that my travelling companion seems intent on telling me something every five minutes. We're both on our phones. I don't think we are going to carry on a conversation. More than that, there's screaming children and stupid reminders over the intercom about carrying liquids and an old man with a cough that is beginning to grate on my nerves. Has he got lungs or a diesel engine in his chest? Gah.
Maybe not bored. Maybe just... irritation bordering on rage. Have I mentioned the auto correct? *beats head against wall* I'm in for a loooong day. Villainous slouching all the way.
~Mocha
