The day after the day after. I spent part of yesterday playing cell phone airport tag with the Aquarius. Just about the time I got into bed (give me a break, four hours sleep, nothing but coffee and peanuts all day long? You’d need a nap, too) so just about the time I got in bed for a little rest, the Aquarius rings me up again.
Stuck at the airport with no money for a cab home. I’d help, but I was down for the count. Or, until I could rally, much later in the evening.
