Nothing can EVER be simple, can it?

So... I got up this morning at nine. Decided nine was too early, since it was definitely four before I actually fell asleep last night, and reset my alarm for ten. I was already packed, it was okay... no big deal, just an hour less to get the perishable stuff out of my fridge. Then at, oh, 9:30ish the phone starts ringing. And my roomie picks it up I hear "Yeah... yeah? Okay... umm... I'll tell her, thanks." I roll over, she comes in... and my flight's cancelled. Fun, huh? So I drag myself out of bed and call my mom, who's basically thoroughly unhelpful, because I was half-awake and she was telling me to tell the airline that they'd ruined my life. Longish story shorter, I had to call the airline and find a new flight... which brings me here, at O'Hare, two hours earlier than scheduled, waiting for my flight to New York City. And then to Cleveland. I'll be getting home two hours later than planned. Four extra hours on my part... not that I mind, though. I mean... it's an adventure. It was either this, or brave public transportation after dark and catch the 9:00 flight. Not terribly fun. I'm going to get to fly out of NYC at night, though. That ought to be pretty. I'm only there for an hour though, or I'd try to find a way to scurry out of the airport and wander around. As it is, I think I'll go on a free wireless hunt. It's probably not going to be easy, but... well, I'll figure something out. I hope I'm at the right gate... they changed that on me, too. Now I know why people hate airports. This is the first time they've betrayed me (though I've only flown now, what, four times?), and I can't help but find it totally hilarious. Mostly because, wow, I'm not counting this quarter over until I'm home safe and sound, and apparently the world is not quite done testing me yet. I hope I pass. I mean, otherwise I'll be calling my other roomie who's home in New York and seeing if I can spend the night at her house or something. Actually, that might be sort of fun. But I also hope it doesn't happen. I'm more than ready to be home right now. Oh yes.

-- And then, At Laguardia --

And now my clock is officially set to Eastern time. Funny, this airport doesn't feel like New York at all. Probably because it's small and not hyperactive. Interesting.

Also, I'd like to lodge a complaint about the lack of free wireless. Unless I could hack their secure network (which I will not do, because I'd like to be able to catch my plane and not get arrested and interrogated for some sort of crazy-type crime). I know there's no obligation to provide free wireless for people in airports -- in fact, it's probably a rather lucrative thing considering all the business-types around in airports. But... um... I've been rerouted to New York City, darnit, I flew over the city I was supposed to be landing in about now, so free wireless shouldn't be that much of a problem. It'd placate me. (I won't let on that I'm only slightly annoyed, and far, far more amused than anything else). Also, seeing the sunset from the plane and then flying over Manhattan as all the lights were coming on? Pretty freaking cool.