I really hate driving in San Antonio. Trying to get to the airport this morning I maintained my record of getting lost every time I have to go anywhere in this city, GPS or no.

By the time we got to security I didn’t have the heart to request a pat-down instead of a full body scan. A pat-down right now would be pretty painful anyway.

I’m now sitting at the gate with 30 minutes to spare, and can finally take a hydrocodone and some benedryl. If there weren’t family at the end of today there’s no way I would bother with all this!