Logan airport

So far I have gone to the wrong terminal, followed the signs to the right terminal which led me through a parking garage (?), gotten books (new Ilona Andrews and some logic puzzles), gone through security fine, and started feeling truly crappy even with Aleve. Whose bright idea was menstruation anwyay. I get to travel with hormonal premonitions of doom while my uterus is everting its insides like a sea cucumber.

IF I DIE I LOVED YOU ALL

Well. Before that I ate bao. So.