At my grandparents' house in LA. About to hop on a redeye to Chicago for some Quality. Structured. Family. Time. with my parents (My father Speaks in Capitals. Very. Slowly. And. Deliberately. As If It's Possible. You. Just. Might. Be. Retarded. I blame myself.)
Got to LAX only to realize that I had been distracted when booking my ticket, and mistakenly clicked on August 17th instead of August 3rd ... after finding absolutely no record of my reservation, I somehow convinced the plane lady to just put me on standby for the redeye. The power of looking legitimately forlorn should never be underestimated.