Six Minutes

I have exactly six minutes to finish this post. Damn these 15-minute-per-session airport internet terminals.

I am having a groggy head now. The lack of sleep, from today and the past many days, is getting to me, and it's not helping that I'm not quite used to wearing my glasses these days. Everything I look at for more than 2 seconds gives me a headache. I want to watch free movies on board the plane (though Northwest selection sucks), but I think I might not make it through even one.

Three minutes left.

The feeling inside is a little sad. Came to the airport alone, but I got an unexpectedly heart-warming goodbye.

Less than two minutes left.

Wanted to eat some soupy stuff to keep myself awake, but the bloody fishball noodles at the "24-hour food court" here costs $6.65! Damn.

Gotta go get my money now.

Still in Singapore, by the way.

And I made the six minutes. Ha.