I went to ND for a family reunion this weekend. It's a pretty radical departure from dirty-ass city to green-ass farmland. I had a good time, but I hate flying now. Due to "weather", the Denver airport was closed for an hour, so I was delayed in Fargo. Of course I missed my connection in Denver then, and I got re-booked for a flight almost 24 hours later.

As I write this, I'm stuck in hotel in Denver (where I'm from, actually). My flight leaves tonight at 8 something. Outrageous.

At least I got some drawings done in the airport.


Bleh.

-D!