After missing the final Arabian nights (I wanted to go and see Tony Moran, but oh well), I did hit a hotel buffet in between naps before my (rescheduled) flight. I wanted to cry and spit it all up afterwards, but then I remembered I didn't have to take my shirt off again until I got home that night!

7am flights are bad. Especially when the afterparty ends at 8am. Especially when you are at the pool during boarding. After all, I had to see if that twink who lost his keys really was going to implode from not eating all weekend.

I accidentally left a "Just Circuit" magazine in 1D's bulkhead magazine pocket on a United 757. Hopefully someone else found it useful as well.