I am so happy that the Amman airport finally decided to get wireless! Because I got here about 3 hours ago, and my flight to Bucharest doesn't leave until about 7 more hours from now. And it's not like airports are fun places to hang out or anything. So, that's all. Because airports are also not places where things that are noteworthy happen. Here I am. Sittin' in a wireless cafe, not finding anything to blog aboot. I played a mean game of Spider solitaire a few minutes ago. Think I might go grab another cup of coffee. Maybe a pastry too, if I'm still feeling risque by the time I get to the counter.
Sweet. This is so frigging awesome, you shouldn't rule out my death by drain-o, after all.
If anybody wants to call me while I'm outside of Iraq, my Romanian cell # is 0040 72 778 8288. You don't have to, I'm just putting it out there. If I don't answer, it probably means my skeleton is sitting in a cafe in Amman.
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