So I get on the plane. I’m flying Jet Blue, so I plug in some headphones and see a new XM button. Which means it’s time to turn to Fred and listen to music and read.

Nothing abnormal there.

We taxi away from the gate. We sit in line. Fred plays music.

Then we start to go down the runway, gaining speed. It’s the End of the World As We Know It comes on. Either one of the best or worst songs for a shaky take-off ever. Not sure yet.

Flight was bumpy and child filled. Most of them behaved and the one who really mostly didn’t I couldn’t get mad at. She had just learned to crawl and had been crawling all over the terminal being cute. So when she was locked into a chair and told she couldn’t crawl for hours and ever and ever and never again oh my lord it’s been like days since she could crawl she started whining. Not wailing, not crying, just generally being upset with life.

So I totally understood.

Then we landed and M picked me up and we hung out and then got food and then met Ed. And I grabbed some Red Bull and pop tarts for my room and came back.

I’m tired.