6:34 p.m.
August 03, 2003
It's sunday morning and I'm sitting on the floor of the San Antonio International Airport, waiting for the flight.
I played some cards, some videogames, ate some pizza, and still had some more energy.
Hey, now I'm on the plane, taxi-ing outside O'Hare.
I'm tired and lethargic and out of it (Edit: I had slept 2 hours on the plane)
But latin is gone and the summer is mine.