Tired. Very tired. Micro-naps; 15 min attempts at sleep that fail miserably, simply cannot make up for the fact that I've had twice as many flights than hours of sleep. I call upon Fluke and a Deep Dish set from Toronto to push steady beats through my headphones, enough to guide me to another gate.
One more flight this evening.

One more flight this evening.

doctashock:
Believe it or not... I actually envy you right now
nicolelee:
so when are you getting to town to see us?