Well that sucked

I left my dad's house at 6:15 (mountain time) this morning....er, yesterday morning....January 5. I arrived in my apartment at 3:15 am (eastern time) on January 6. The interim was made up of a royally shitty melange of sitting in various airport/airplane venues. Chicago? Is a fucking mess right now. Highlights of the day include screaming children, old people with small bladders, and United employees with a sick sense of humor that manifested itself in a grand conspiracy between B concourse employees and C concourse employees to make me run back and forth between the two sides of the terminal. It's B1, no! It's C23, no! It's B7, no! It's C21, no! It's F689327! Yeah! Run!

Fuckers. I could have them fired.