ricardienne | (no subject) (Reply)

So obviously, the sub-circle of hell reserved for inveterate procrastinators is an airport terminal, where the damned souls are eternally waiting for a plane that is never going to arrive. Specifically, the Las Vegas airport, which is one of the least appealing airports to be stuck in, particularly when one is tired and cranky and in an altered mental state due to having done two hours of Latin and then, more to the point, three hours of obsessive needlework on one's previous flight. I am almost done with my bookmark now, though. The flight was only delayed an hour and a half, so it wasn't even that bad and I shouldn't be complaining. After wandering around the terminal and trying to get onto an earlier flight (which was also delayed an hour) I settled down and watched Richard II (which I was (am?) bringing home for the benefit of my family) on my laptop until the flight boarded. And now I'm home, and have a couple of days of doing nothing before I start thinking about the work that I'm supposed to get done.