Layover in Houston. I hope I'm at the right gate. It's boarding another flight now, and I've checked the big board about ten times, but I'm still nervous.

On my first flight, a couple of people were talking about whatever, and somehow the topic of "what they have to live for" came up. Sheesh. The one guy was very adamant that he had very little to live for. He actually said "this plane could crash right now and I'd be ok with that."

Excuse my french, but fuck you kindly sir. Some of us DO have stuff to live for and we don't need your tragic lack of a life that's worth a damn messing it up for the rest of us. Damn, dude.

I don't like being able to see the wing from my seat. I know its supposed to flex and sway, but it still makes me nervous.

PS-I am coming back from texas. On tuesday. I wouldn't leave all you Omahans so suddenly.