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It's the Final Countdown...
Mar. 7th, 2004 07:39 pmMy plane for England leaves tomorrow, 22:00.
But I have to spend the whole day at the airport. Great. Hopefully, I can find an internet cafe and use my hours here - catching up.
As usual, some apprehension about sitting in Economy for 11 hours, my legs squeezed, my back hurting. And some horrible movie in my face.
But I won't say the word p.r.a.y. because I don't want any more SPAM about Gibson's Jaysus movie.
Can we catch up tomorrow? Can all your secrets be revealed in a few hours of airport torment? If reading your journal saves my sanity and keeps boredom at bay, then you can tell your grandchildren you did something good on this planet.
Aiman.
But I have to spend the whole day at the airport. Great. Hopefully, I can find an internet cafe and use my hours here - catching up.
As usual, some apprehension about sitting in Economy for 11 hours, my legs squeezed, my back hurting. And some horrible movie in my face.
But I won't say the word p.r.a.y. because I don't want any more SPAM about Gibson's Jaysus movie.
Can we catch up tomorrow? Can all your secrets be revealed in a few hours of airport torment? If reading your journal saves my sanity and keeps boredom at bay, then you can tell your grandchildren you did something good on this planet.
Aiman.
