In The Airport

I just paid $9.64 for a stale piece of sourdough with a few slices of turkey and one slice of Havarti. I am going on my fifth hour here, waiting for my flight to Tokyo, after which I will be heading into Bangkok. Unfortunately it will take me about 12 hours to get to Tokyo, but my Mom loaded my full of Ambien, so I should make it. People in Airports talk about weird stuff, some girl next to me is talking about how insane some kid is who hitchhikes, and saying if it were her son she would lock him in a room for 4 months. She is young, too, she is wearing a class of '05 shirt. Some people don't like adventure, I don't get it, she is pissing me off now. I don't have any paper to draw on either, so I am spending short periods reading before I am too distracted with people-watching. I am just sending e-mails to my family and waiting. I cant sleep, even though I only slept for 2 hours last night, and if I take an Ambien, I'll miss my flight. I should make it, though. Be in Tokyo in 13 hours.