81 Hours Later...

Just checking in again here in Atlanta. An airport at night is a funny thing, for the last 24 hours or so I've been getting disapproving looks from TSA, and pity from the terminal bartenders (who I now all know by name), save one jolly, overly-enthusiastic custodian named Destiny who keeps calling me "Sugar". She keeps asking me if there is anything she can do for me (while winking).....It was funny the first time, now I'm afraid to fall asleep.... Getting on this flight tonight is not looking good, it doesn't leave for three more hours and there is a large crowd gathered. This whole place stinks of B.O. and desperation. (Oh wait, that's just me) I thought people wanted to get out of Afghanistan, why is this proving so hard to go there? On the bright side, my fantasy football team is destroying my first round playoff match-up, be excited!