Til Amsterdam Again

I'm on a spectacularly uncomfortble flight to Amsterdam because I just want to get home. It was a long da in the airport trying to get my cancelled ticket rebook because apparently I don't know how flying works when dealing with a travel agency. I don't usually mess things up when I do it for myself. Lol

Meanwhile, Cara is drunktexting me from Prague about how she's going out to party more (it's 2 AM there), and all her friends have already left. Having done many dumb such things over the years, tried to warn her to maybe be a little careful. She didn't really respond to that, so instead of getting work done I'm sitting here blogging like a worried old man.