I hate flying.

I hate flying.

I hate the smell of airplane food. I hate dragging two at-capacity pieces of baggage through crowded airports. I hate going through security ONCE let alone THREE TIMES IN ONE DAY. I hate back scatter technology. I hate pulmonary embolisms. I hate recycled air. I hate how I cannot sleep.

Right now I am in Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. Waiting for my last flight leg (3 of 3) to Beirut. It is midnight at home, 9 AM here.

Me right now. Excuse tired face. I wanted to show you the lovely ceiling.

Oh and I also hate airports that don’t provide free Wi Fi and make you pay or get a 15-minute promotion that makes you crank out a WordPress post of consequently inferior quality!