Lack of sleep + ten hours to be wasted at the airport + two camera phones = the most mind-blowing fun you will ever experience.

SERIOIUSLY.

You may have read my Mom's blog, which would probably give you the understanding that I slept the whole time. This is not the case. I was much more productive with my time. I people watched, of course.

With the help of Mr. Black (my iPod)...




and Mrs. L. Bush (the L stands for Lilac... get it?)...


I stumbled upon a few diamonds in the rough.*

COBRA BUBBLES

Yes, that IS a man, and yes, that IS his hair. I think he may have seen me snap the picture, so if I disappear call Lilo. However, he doesn't strike me as one to browse blogger. I think I'm safe.

RUSSIAN SPY

I believe he was smuggling Book of Mormons out of the country.

grr... argh.



SERIAL KILLER

She may look small, innocent, and weak. And that may look like a rice cake she's eating, but that's just her cover.

CROCODILE HUNTRESS

Blimey.

LOST?

"Last call for passengers boarding Oceanic Flight 815." That's when he stood up and left...

*Pictures have been pixelated for identity protection.


P.S. Song of the day: "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter