So much for precision-timed coordination!
United Airlines just canceled my flight for tomorrow. Which means I arrive at noon instead of 9:30. Which means I can't meet Brooke at Gate 68. Which means we can't share a cab. Which means I have to take the shuttle. Which means...argh. Hope this isn't foreshadowing!
In other conference-related news, my 85-year old dad gave me fashion tips today based on careful viewing of the "stock market ladies on TV." For those of you in need of advice, he recommends a jacket with one of those "things that go across" underneath.
Why do I have a sudden overwhelming urge to go shopping?
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