|Chicago, 1755 miles from home
||[Mar. 27th, 2004|03:24 am]
I had to walk what felt like a mile to my gate. (Excercise for readers: What gate am I at?)
Whatever that trippy sound tunnel thing is with the chimes and lights and people movers.... holy hell. Don't mess with me like that at 3 am.
Watched School of Rock on the plane instead of sleeping as much as I would've liked. Whatever.
One hour until I board, then a one hour hop to Indianaopolis.