Currently I am in Washington D.C. (thinking of you, Haines) waiting to board my flight to London. The upside: my gate is next to where I got off the plane from Seattle. The downside: the airport’s free WiFi is painfully slow, which makes watching Breaking Bad via Netflix and avoiding boredom difficult. The movie playing on my cross-country flight was that Hugh Jackman movie about boxing robots with “steel” in the title—not my cup of tea. So I opted to read Chelsea Handler’s book “Are you there, Vodka? It’s me Chelsea,” which is hilarious. I found myself holding back audible laughter on multiple occasions and unfortunately I am almost done with the entire thing. I decided I needed to dole out my doses of Chelsea sparingly to extend the hilarity as long as possible and plugged in to watch “30 Rock” and a sad documentary about custodians (I was also confused why this was playing). People in United uniforms are talking about my flight so I guess I should pay attention and organize my belongings that have sprawled across three seats in the waiting area. Next time you hear from me I will be across the pond!
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