Just took my first flight ever into Atlanta, GA. Because the our company travel agent fucked up my itinerary, I have spent a few hours in the airport. I figured i would kill some time on my laptop.
Take off rocked! That was way better than any ride six flags. I was glued to the window like a dog sticking its head out of the window of a truck. I am going to fly to Hartford, CT in about an hour. I then have to drive to Massachusetts for a job. I then have to drive to Vermont for another job. Then I fly back to Atlanta and then Alabama.
Doing this by my self is confusing as fuck.