Airports make me nauseous. It's the smell of vinyl seating and stale, treated air. I was a little hung over today from finishing up some of the housewarming wine with a friend last night and as I fed my shoes to the Great Metal TSA Monster I felt pretty miserable.
My nausea may also be slightly due to a blunt reminder earlier today of some heartache. It was innocent enough, I just ran across a company name in print, but it made me want to vomit. I actually excused myself to the ladies' room, but all I did was choke back a tear or two at the pain that somehow became associated with someone who I was barely interested in to begin with. It reminded me of this guy I dated right before I met JH. The one that snapped my heart like a twig and didn't bat an eye.
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