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4:05 pm
The flight from New Orleans to DFW has been uneventful. My achin' back! Already! Jesus. My mom and I had a nice ride to the airport. I told her about my anxiety-related epiphany, and she said, "You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free!" Which was touching and hilarious somehow at the same time. I think I'm going to have to haul ass to make the flight to Paris at which point hopefully I will settle in on the 9.5-hour flight thanks to sweet blessed Xanax. Somehow the plane has gone from arctic to saharan in a few short minutes. Oh, well! I had some pecan pralines and cream Bluebell in the New Orleans airport. How do tall or large people survive these airplane seats? I will never know!!! I feel like I'm coiled up in some sort of tortuous walnut shell or something. My gate is A-26. We're landing at C-15. I'm gonna have to come on ride the train train, hey ride it (woo woo). A little later Well, I basically sprinted through the airport to a gate about a mile away and am now settling in and eyeing the myriad rows of empty seats covetously.
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