Dulles

So I'm camped out on the floor of Dulles waiting for the British Airlines check-in counter to open. I got here far too early for my flight (4 hours, to be exact) so that Matt could beat the atrocity that is D.C. rush hour. I mean, I don't think waiting in D.C. rush hour to get me here later was asking too much, he's already driving near eight hours today to get me the airport. Can you believe how selfish he is? (In case you can't pick up via internet, that was sarcasm.) At least they have free Wi-Fi until January 15th, sponsored by Google. I adore Google at the moment.

I may have overpacked -- I have two rather large duffles, a questionably large carry-on, a backpack, and my purse. I'm sitting on the floor literally surrounded by baggage.

Kind of funny, apparently there is a group doing a semester program in Uganda, and they kind of surrounded me. It's entertaining, because they all appear to have some tag or something that indicates their program, and since they're all surrounding me people keep introducing themselves to me. I'm kind of curious as to whether or not there is anyone else from CMRS on my flight -- apparently most of the people in the program are from St. Mary's college in Maryland, so it would make sense that someone else would be flying out of D.C.

My apologies that this post isn't very witty or organized, the Uganda people are all talking around me, which makes it rather difficult to write a nice, coherent lovely blog post.