Ask me why I’m cranky. I’m cranky because I’m sitting in the Houston Int’l Airport, 33 minutes after I should have been on a flight to Austin (which left w/out me because we arrived on time, but sat on the tar-mac for over an hour waiting for 4 different gates to become available only to find one and then not have one of those truck things to connect us to the jet-way) and 66 minutes away from the NEXT available flight. I’m cranky because I’ve been going to bed past midnight and getting up at 6 a.m. for the past 4 days, and tonight will be no different. I’m cranky because I have a sunburn and just ran across two terminals to STILL have missed my flight. Not even missed it, really, but to have had them shut the door 3 minutes before it was due to leave and then not even consider opening it for me. Even when I used expletives. I’m cranky because I miss my bed and my apartment, but I miss my mom more and I’m not sure I’ll get to see her in a few weeks at Convention.

I should be grateful for the last four wonderful days. For the amazing people who traveled to NJ for Roger’s event and I had the amazing opportunity to meet and work with.

I suppose I can be cranky tonight and grateful tomorrow.

Standby.