Airport Camping

I was delayed at LAX on the way back from E3.  I camped out by an outlet, with my laptop and my Starbucks cup and about ten thousand press kits, all the paraphenalia of my awesome life.  Ok, so I wasn’t looking forward to what a surprise red-eye home would do to my already-damanged sleep schedule, but I was enjoying reading my friends’ coverage and uploading my photos.

Stick asked — and talking with Stick again is another awesome thing, in a long list of things that are becoming awesome — if I had to change planes, and I texted back that, no, I’m flying non-stop, but I have to be back at work in Manhattan in the morning.

Stuck in the airport rocks.

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