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So, yesterday I was supposed to be home. I was supposed to have caught a flight from Sao Paulo to Chicago overnight, and then, after a long layover in Chicago, flown back to Canada.

Instead, the flight was cancelled, and we sent to a very fancy looking hotel near the airport at 2am, and told we would be contacted about rescheduling. The hotel beds were the most uncomfortable I'd ever slept in, and the first I heard about the flight was when my lab mates went to the airport and scored us some tickets from Sao Paulo to Atlanta, then Chicago, then Canada.

We renegotiated, and got ticekts to New York, then Toronto, then home, and so here I am, in JFK airport, killing time for the next flight. I'm tired, with a head ache, and I just want to get home now.