Day 290 - Puke Trip

Thanksgiving was great.

The trip back was not.

I first puked outside the airport.

And then I puked in the airport restroom.

A drunk douche sat next to me for the second part of the flight.

He wanted to talk.

He didn't understand that I didn't want to talk.

He called me grouchy.

I ignored him.

The shuttle was fine.

I am home and Barbar is happy.

More later.