living the cliche

so here i am - at the airport before Security even opens....who gets to the airport that early? how do all of these people around me stand it? i want to scream....or curl up for a nap...it is 3am afterall. how i got here? on the backs of every cliche i may have ever known...

it started this morning - hitting the snooze button even though i was not really tired or believed that sleeping 3 extra nine minute sessions would make me rested and perky...

i got mad at one of the guys i work with - for no reason....snapped at him and he told me to "simmer" yeah, like that is EVER  an effective suggestion....

i worked extra late when everyone else left extra early so I ate 2 peanut butter cookies because of the stress....

i drove like a jerk because i was in a hurry to get my friend to the train station on time...

i got emotional and stressed and made a spur of the moment decision to buy plane tickets to san juan for the weekend so i can go to a flower festival....

on the train out of new haven, i sat next to a sleeping woman, a Chinese man, an awkward white guy hitting on two scantily clad Latinas, and a rapper that gave me a personal uninterrupted rap from Milford, Ct. to grand central station. yup the whole gang was on the commuter rails tonight!

when i got to GC i peed in the stall adjacent to one in which a homeless woman was sponge bathing.


i saw the whole city out at 2am  showing me that this is indeed the city that never sleeps

i got lost walking and ended up by myself on dark and abandoned streets

that is where i was charged at by 3 rats that ran out of a trash bag....i squealed and threw my hands up

then i gave up on walking to penn station and hailed a cab....the cab driver was from the middle east

he ripped me off but i still gave him a good tip

now i am the girl at the airport  3 hours early for her flight that is blogging on her phone to avoid staring at the couple making out in the seat next to her.

very soon after that, i became the girl in the tie-dyed skirt and bohemian top that was curled up over her little duffel bag sleeping in the airport - you have seen that weary traveler girl before....maybe even envied her ability to sleep in large public transportation hubs.....anyway this blog is late because i fell asleep writing it.