stars and planes

hello from stansted airport, centre of my current universe. i'm embarrassed to say that i did not make my flight as i was not allowed on the plane. because i was 5 minutes late for a ryanair flight!!? dear o dear - the irony of it. i subtly complained and am now booked on an evening flight to berlin. it is crystal clear though i will never make it to leipzig and to OMI before the end of this unfortunate day.
so how do you beat the tedious wait at the airport if you are not into sudoku? called my friend evelyn, who is not having coffee with me in leipzig today. she called this a typical situation for me. does she know me so well? apparently she does, because i actually did manage to miss a flight before when i was invited to a job interview by the leipzig olympic committee. i did not get the job, and leipzig did not get the olympics. deal. london did get the games in 2012, but then i never miss a flight TO london. it's all in the stars!

airports are horrible microcosms when you are not in fact going anywhere. you are supposed to pass throughmore or less smoothly, lingering upsets the system. not that the system at stansted was very sophisticated, but still. i feel like tom hanks in that film where the eastern european man is stuck at an airport for years.

i have been a good worker bee and just checked me emails. looks like i will be flying to serbia soon. goodness gracious me.

this has not been my week. stars! please rearrange in my favour!