I Hate American Airlines

Worst day of flying imaginable. Certainly worst in my life. I had a first class ticket from Hartford/Springfield to Oakland, scheduled to arrive at 7:30 pm. Instead I ended up flying economy, apologies deferred, and arrived in Oakland near midnight, of course without my baggage. If the expensive extra sharp Vermont cheddar I bought for you goes bad—fuck I'm sorry.

The only thing that nearly saved it: reading The Anger Scale from O'Hare to Oakland.

Now it's almost 1:30 a.m. That'll be me opening the store tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock.

P.S. John Carlos was cool.