What a fucking carnival this has been.
I’ve been sitting on this plane for about seven minutes. It’s not the plane I was originally scheduled to be on, and it was supposed to have left the terminal three minutes ago. Projected arrival has gone from 7:30 to 9:30.
I’m the only person shipping up to Illinois out of Miami. Literally the only Navy recruit among those who ship out today. Not unsurprisingly, I’m also the only girl. I don’t know why being alone bugs me this much, only that it does.
I’ve consumed Coca Cola by the gallon today, in a horribly misguided attempt to stay cheery and ward off sleep. I will be up for another 48 hours when I get to base. This jacket is an overencumberance and this scarf won’t stop snagging on me. It will be less than ten degrees when I arrive. I’ve been to O’Hare exactly once before and I was wide awake for it and got lost. I’m gonna be stuck there forever.