i hate texas.

i have so much to say, but not anywhere near enough energy to write it all out tonight. i just wanted to tell you guys about texas. on friday's layover, i fell on the skylink and scraped my ankle along the carpeted floor. that thing is like an amusement park ride, minus the fun.

and then on the way home today, i was walking all business and efficient-like towards my gate when i fell on my back. my feet were literally pulled out from under me. i was thankful for my backpack, or else i would've hit my head. two people stopped and asked if i was okay. i was in a daze for a second and couldn't answer right away, then i said "yes" and burst into tears. i ran away from them. er, well, i tried to run, but couldn't due to the aforementioned large backpack, the [fairly humongous] carry-on suitcase, sweater & purse. i went behind a corner and cried my little exhausted eyes out.

don't be fooled, though, it was a good weekend. i just hate texas (and the feeling is mutual).

more tomorrow, plus pictures.