Plane leaves at eight in the morning. Cab comes to pick me up at six. I'm getting up at five. Computer dies in four minutes. I should go to bed, but I need to get it out.
Boy, I am SO GLAD to be going home! Happier than a box of chocolates. Don't even mind four hours waiting before final flight. I'll enjoy it so much, not being at work.
Gotta go. Computer dies.