This is the bathroom faucet in the little strip mall where we had surprisingly good sushi last night. Ick.
I hate redeyes. Even when I manage to sleep for most of the flight, as I did last night, I still feel zonked out on arrival. Awaiting my connection to ATL, which I plan to sleep for most of.
The crappy little terminal I'm in at SFO has no interesting breakfast options, so I'll probably just eat a clif bar on the plane. SFO would be an okay airport if it weren't so compartmentalized: there are literally three foods options, all mediocre, without leaving security. And I definitely don't have the energy for any of TSA's asinine security theater foolishness this morning.
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