Ugh.

Great. great. On our way to O’Hare airport, for whatever reasons, we got to talking about the Air France crash. I realized it right away and decided not to continue, SINCE I realized we were heading to O’Hare for my flight to Copenhage. But mom kept on talking, and added on other scary story. Indra and I simultaneously told her,‘Mom, you do realize we are going to the aiport right? and for what reason.’ And she stopped.

Since I came early (ten hours early) to the airport, I signed up for Boingo Hotspot wireless service—What am I going to do in the airport for 10 hours? and fuck... all the news site I am browinsing through has somekind of coverage about Air France. I told myself to not read it, but I can’t help but read through the news.

I am a little jittery now. An hour before my flight.