Ugh. How very bloggish. Everything I’ve written sounds so whiny right now. Lousy food, crappy airline, no-notice business trip. Boo-effing-hoo. At least I have a job and money for my lousy food. And my mocha, in spite of being (and even this is being kind) lukewarm, isn’t bad. It isn’t overly-sweet and does not have the classic bitter burnt coffee taste by which we all know and loathe Starblechs. If only they could have heated it. for the maker of the blueberry muffine, I hope you get an infected hangnail and writhe in agony for weeks. In other words, blech!

I think the lack of sleep is hitting me; this should make my 1pm meeting quite entertaining. Okay, time to pound the mocha and hope I can board. Otherwise my gate-checked bag will spin alone in baggage claim while I try to kill 6+ hours here in exciting CVG. My kingdom for a nice room to brush and floss.

(Hey, it’s almost midnight! Damned real-world delays my blogging again.)

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