Time seems to elude me more often than not. I gave myself the normal get ready time, but I failed to realize my flight was departing from the other end of the airport. Security was awful, I didn't have time to stop and get food let alone breathe. So now I'm squished in the middle seat, with no coffee, no bagel and schmear, not even a naked juice, with no movies on my iPad and five hours back to EWR. I am sad.
Part of me wants nothing more than to crawl in a hole and not come out again til April.
The other part of me is yelling "first world problems are a bitch! Man up and stop throwing yourself a lame ass pity party!"