I'm at SEATAC which is synonymous for miserable. The saving grace is that I'm at Vino Volo, a cool place to sit and have a decent glass of wine and nary a TV-sports screen in sight. It is lovely, as far as an airport bar goes.
General misery, etc., for going back to work in the miserable place that pays my bills most handsomely. My ex-boyfriend Stevie summed it up most appropriately: the things we do for money, doll.
Overheard a comment: "where's your bucket?"
Indeed. How is my bucket list coming along? How m'I progressing? Tough call on account of I didn't have one.
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