After two dozen phone calls and hours upon hours on hold, Whitaker finally got his flight information sorted out and is now on the plane. The trick: if you're talking to somebody stupid, just call back and hope you get somebody helpful. Repeat as necessary.
With Whitaker gone, my vacation is now done.
I got 90 minutes of sleep last night due to the flight problems and 5 hours the night before. It's sleepin' time now. I'll wake up tonight and clean the inside of my car, my room, do my laundry, go grocery shopping, and program. (in all likelihood I'll just program, but at least my intentions are productive)
