I spent 6 hours at Orlando International yesterday, and boy is my *EVERYTHING* tired.

Man oh man. My flight was supposed to leave at 8:05pm last night. Court had to work late (last-minute thing) and I had to call a cab to come...asked them to show up at 5:30p and he showed up a little earlier. He didn't have a receipt to give me for the fare so he wrote it on the back of his business card. (we'll see if work takes that when I claim expenses)

Got to the airport around a quarter to six...checked it...and the flight was now leaving at 10:10pm. I usually check the flights online to check any changes but this time I hadn't. And Uncle Bruce had told me earlier that there were storms and stuff around Chicago. I should have known.

Anyway, I was in for 4 hours of sitting around. If only that was the case...around 8pm it changed to 11 and around 9 it changed to 11:50pm. I got in to Chicago around 2:45am (eastern time). Got my luggage and a cab at a DEAD O'hare...our plane was the only people there. Cab driver had no idea how to get to the Amerisuites and we got lost. Thankfully I'm from around here and we eventually found the place...good thing I wasn't from Seattle. I got settled in the hotel around 3:45am (eastern). This left me with around 4 hours of sleep last night...and after barely any sleep on Sunday night I'm exhausted. Class was fun...one of the teachers looks like Disher from Monk.