december22

I wonder how many people or what percentage of people in this airport are either thinking or talking about flying or security or terrorism.

Why did I pack so many socks.

I really doubt that whole "no two people have the same fingerprints" thing. I mean, in the millions of years of human existance, I'm sure at least one fingerprint has been repeated.

Ma'am, put your hat back on.

I would feel a lot less like I was in communist Russia if there weren't soldiers holding fully-automatic weapons.

Whatever happened to MTV's Kennedy?

I don't want to sound like one of those people who has "come to terms with death," but I have. I feel like, if I'm going to die, whatever I don't care. Right now all I care about is not being tired and cold.

I had forgotten what 4am looked llike. Now I know it looks a lot like 3am except I ate too many doritos.

Does that door have to be open?

That ovular wreath is ruining my Christmas.

It's not that I hate the sun, I just hate when there aren't clouds blocking it.

What I want more than coffee is a hot bath, and not to have to leave home.

I do not think that "Bin Laden -- The Man Who Declared War On America" is a good book to sell in an airport.

What day is it anymore?

I do not think that "Along came a spider" is a good movie to show on an airplane during christmas.

I really haven't grown at all since I was thirteen.

Cheetas trip gazelles in order to get them. Doesn't that seem a little juvenile?