My iPod died. It started playing in my bag. The battery’s been fading for a while.
I’ve got Nick Cave stuck in my head and no way to release him.
Shit.

11:40 AM
A kid is sobbing. I can relate.
We get a new plane. It arrives in 20 minutes. So, after the current passengers get shipped off, we get to go to Philadelphia.
So, it seems we’ll be getting there promptly on Monday. [the events take place on a friday - ed.]
And judging from my airport luck, I will get mugged.
Although, the drive to the ‘port went well. No snags. Quicker than mapquest suggested. But it was awfully early.
Redhead and I keep exchaning glances. Good sign?
Although she may yet be married/taken. Rings all over her fingers. Don’t know how I missed them before.
Whatever.
Although she acts younger than I think married people should be.

In between this entry and the next one is one full day, to be recounted below:

6/4/2005 ~9:30 PM
Boarding the flight looked hopeful. Redhead took efforts to stand next to me in line. She was short and cute and smelled pleasant. Unfortunately, she was behind me and her whole clan sat in one place and I lost her. I scampered down the aisle looking for an