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Made it finally. khoos called Delta after I slipped into bad anxiety attack at the airport. They'd told me that my 7am flight would be leaving at 1am, then told me it would leave at 2:30. She called and told them what was happening. The person was like "WTF? We've had several flights leave from there to Detroit, why didn't they put him on one of those?". Needless to say, they switched me to a new flight and bumped me to first class. Needless to say, I need to fly that way from now on. Water bottle waiting at my seat? Drinks before we even left the ground? My own arm rest AND a seat that my ass had plenty of room in? FUCK YES.

I had a great giggle today. Getting to the hospital my great aunt is in took me through the town in this movie:

"No, no. Psychopaths kill for no reason. I kill for *money*. It's a *job*. That didn't come out right. "