I was supposed to be with him 40 minutes ago.

Ok, so this is the current saga in the life of Emily. 

I had to get it out some how, 

I already talked the ear off of the one friend available to listen who would get it, 

so I am resorting to talking to no one, and posting a blog. 

I was supposed to be with Jonathan 40 minutes ago.

Very long, very confusing story short, 

the air line messed up and he didn't have a seat on the plane, 

he showed up right on time, rather than early, 

so by the time they figured out what was going on, 

it was too late to get him onto the plane that would get him here at 9pm

(something I was very excited about, OUR FIRST DECENT FLIGHT TIME EVER)

So, they gave him the flight that would get him out here the soonest, 

one that would get him here at midnight. 

Now I was pretty pissed by this point, 

at the air line, at the military, at the world really. 

The icing on the cake, 

his layover in Denver was 30 minutes. 

He had to get from one end of the airport 

to the other, in 30 minutes. 

Needless to say he didn't make the flight. 

So now he is in a huge line, 

waiting to see if he can get another flight out of there, 

one that he said "won't be any time soon." 

and I get to sit here in my empty house 

waiting to here what time I should be in the city to pick him up.

Have I mentioned how much I hate:

air lines, 

the military, 

distance,

with my entire being lately? 

Cuz if not, I totally do.