I'm on my way to Thailand (literally) I am running away from every ghost that walks College St.
They took pity on me, on the flight. Each time I woke up there were new Kleenex and a fresh water bottle. Kind looks and little touches, they must think someone died.
Just me, ladies.
And so my international cryfest continues, in front of a vending machine in the most deserted part of the Frankfurt airport that I could find.