Sitting. Waiting.

Am writing this in MS Word while waiting for OD to fully load.  Currently sitting on the very uncomfortable floor at the Kansas City Missouri airport, because it was the only place I could find two plug-ins, one for my phone and the other for this computer.

I’ve been a bit down as of recently, mostly because we have been meeting some financial difficulties.  I don’t really know what to do, since its not like I can really pick up a third job.  Aryn has been totally wrapped up in her finals, so I haven’t wanted to burden her with my problems.  She has enough of her own to deal with for the time being. 

I am in this less than pleasant airport because I am on my way to Florida for a few days.  Her family lives there, and we are going to visit for a few days before heading back to Oregon to spend Christmas with my family.  There is an older man next to me who keeps trying to read what I am writing.  Now he is kicking the footrest that my feet are on…. Sigh.

Its been a long few days, made even longer by getting some unpleasant news that I don’t really feel like talking about on here at the moment.  Perhaps in my next quarterly entry.  It doesn’t really help when the people I always seem to get stuck next to on the plane don’t seem to understand the simple nonverbal cues that tell the people around you that you don’t really feel like talking.  Not only do I have my headphones in, I’m obviously enjoying what I’m listening to, as evidenced by the subtle nodding of my head.  In addition to the plugs in my ears and my very obvious attempts to not make eye contact, I have a magazine open in front of me that I am perusing.  I think that on this next leg of the journey that I will get out the bored book that I always keep with me.  Whenever I have nothing else to do, I read from it.  The previous books were War and Peace, and The Social History of Rome.  Currently its another text about Roman history, though this one is mostly source texts.  Yeah, lets see you try to make small talk and tie your life story into that one.

Still an hour and a half left until my plane is supposed to leave.  Nobody to talk to, I checked.  Everyone in my phonebook is busy, and I don’t really feel like talking to anyone who is online on AIM at the moment. 

I could write once.  I didn’t really have a choice.  It just kind of came out.  I couldn’t stop it, I just tried to capture it.  Now I can sit here for 20 minutes and not come up with a single significant thing to say.

The take off from Portland was pretty rough.  We caught a nasty crosswind right as we left the ground and it kicked us sideways and we rolled about 35-40 degrees to the right.  People screamed.  I just sat there, and I was actually a bit pissed.  All I could think was “why wont you shut up?”  Maybe it’s a little cold, but still.  If these are going to be the last few moments of my life, I don’t want to spend them surrounded by people reacting the same way they would if we were on a damn roller coaster.

Im going to post this and then sit here for a while and see if anything else comes to mind.