Made some calls. Nobody cared. Boarded plane for Chicago.

Hello passengers this is you captain speaking. They are having heavy winds and some snow in Chicago. We ordered to circle chicago for the time being. Greeeeeeaaaaaattttt!!!!

Run to my next gate. Boarding is just beginning. This might be the trip where my luck turns from sour to sweet.

Plane from Chicago to Dublin was almost empty. I had an entire center row consisting of 5 seats all to myself. So I did what anyone hopped up on anti-anxiety pills would have done. I sprawled out and tried to sleep. It’s funny, normally I would have gone straight to sleep with all of the pills, but this time......nothing. just me stairing at the ceiling for 7 hours.

Got to Dublin. That accent is great. I had very little idea of what the fuck people were saying. Whatever, nothing happened.

Plane to paris was about 2 hours long. I slept like a baby. I think that I was probably snoring because...well.... I woke myself up from snoring a few times.

Ok, so the Charles de Gualle airport is fucking weird. it looks like some sort of creation stolen from the Jetsons, but gone wrong. Or like the budget for upkeep just stopped coming. It looked like how the utopian future with domes and tunnels that move you everywhere because the air is too hard to breath and where nobody works because the machine does everything. The machine however doesn’t have the eyes or mind to make things beautiful, just very functional and confusing for humans. The poetry was replaced with a utilitarian vision of humans being moved from one storage and prosperity dome to the next. Consumers being moved to the great gaps and urban outfitters of the future.

Next. Figure out what elevator to take to get to the correct level to find the metro. No metro. Gotta catch a bus to the metro.

This is as far as I’m going today folks. Please come back soon for the moment Cameron turns into le cam.