I Feel Like a Dirty Old Hermit

My eyes really hurt because I was sobbing hysterically two hours ago. I thought I didn't have a ticket home. I had some trouble buying my ticket earlier this month and I never got a confirmation email from my ticket purchase. But for some reason I didn't think twice about it.

This morning I got a text from my friend Katie that said her flight was cancelled because of snow and she was stranded at the airport (she's trying to get to So Cal too). So I checked online to see if there was any news on my flight tomorrow... But there was no record of my flight.

That's when I started praying. Praying and saying a lot of expletives. Funny how that happens. And then I called my room-mate who was at work. I don't really know why I called her. But I did and that's when the hysterics surfaced. Then I called my mom and told her that I screwed up. That I accidentally cancelled my flight earlier this month. And that I wouldn't be able to come home for Christmas. I almost threw up I was crying so hard.

But then I calmed down and called Travelocity to see if they had a record of my flight. Even though it wasn't listed online and even though I never got a confirmation email. A nice man named "John" (he was clearly from India; I'm guessing it wasn't his real name) told me that I was flying out as scheduled.

PRAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE JEEEEEESSSSSSSSSUUUUUUSSS.

So now I'm on my couch, watching Good Will Hunting (hmm, not a bad movie), wearing Boyfriend's flannel. I am quite in need of a shower. But I don't really feel like doing anything today.

Oh yah. I forgot to mention. No work today. Because it snowed all day yesterday. That's why Katie couldn't fly out today. There is a chance I might not get home for Christmas because of the crazy conditions at the airport. Yaaay. Stupid weather. I'm over it. It's turning me into a lazy ass. JOSIE GROSSIE.

Christmas in the Northwest makes me want to shoot myself in the head. Just kidding.