It’s 7:57 at the moment, and the sun’s setting, and the people working here at the airport have drinks. Bottled water, probably. I’ve been here since 9am, roughly. There was supposed to be a flight, but that got delayed. Twice. Because there are typhoons. How dangerous.<\/p>\n
My brother is pretty good at finding people to play with. I can be reflective and stop here to start talking about how I’m not (good at finding anyone) (for anything), but that’s an old habit. A stupid habit. Like biting my nails. Things I should not be doing. A novel by Grace. My parents are also pretty good at finding a comrade. Not like it’s hard, what with pretty much the same type of people stranded here.<\/p>\n
I’m currently situated by the air conditioner. It’s very cold. But there’s also a bunch of electrical outlets. There are more to my right, but they’re taken over by some older boys, so I’m kinda stuck here.<\/p>\n
Which I am not exactly complaining about. Next flight’s at 3:40am. I will most likely be awake. This is an excuse to stay up super late, of course. Well… it’s not that late, I guess. It’s not like I’ve never done that before. Of course.<\/p>\n
Now I have to think of something to do. Until it’s time to go. Realistically, the list would go like this:<\/p>\n
1) Planning<\/p>\n
2) Talking to people<\/p>\n
3) Watching a movie<\/p>\n
4) Sleeping<\/p>\n
5) Writing<\/p>\n
…or something to that extent. There’s not much to be done (that I haven’t done yet today). I should probably get to work then. So. Until then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s 7:57 at the moment, and the sun’s setting, and the people working here at the airport have drinks. Bottled…<\/p>\n