I flew to LAX tonight, an airport I’ve been to once before, back in 1999. I didn’t like it then, I don’t like it now. Traffic was dreadful (it took me 15 minutes to get a car and another 15 minutes to go 2 miles to my hotel) and the whole airport just felt grubby. Plus I’m tired and want to be at home now, so I’m clearly not in the most positive mood.
Still, the hotel is nice and has an enormous television, the bed is similarly enormous, and at check in they gave me a complimentary box of things : chips and chocolate and a patent hangover remedy. And I’m not even trashed on booze tonight.
I had another game of Blood Bowl scheduled, which I lost 5-2. It was a cripplingly hard matchup for my poor little goblins; we had a death and were robbed of a third touchdown when one of my goblins failed his landing when he was about to score after a troll threw him.
Best to go to sleep after that. One day to go before I’m home…