it's ok to not talk sometimes

I'm in the San Jose, CA airport which rocks simply because it has free WiFi. (fuck that 9.95 per day shit, ATL!)

I am sitting in a little cubby/desk area w/multiple outlets for charging and ample room for both my laptop and my awesome sandwhich half donated by a coworker who knew I would be traveling.

I tried to restore my twitter account just to complain about this lady two spots down from me who just can't quit blah-blah-blahing on her cell phone about her project and the webpage and waiting to hear back from so-and-so and this particular role, and what happened is, and sometimes the roles shift around and yadda yadda yadda... ad infinitum...

I swear she said fifteen minutes ago she had to go.

I suppose I'm no better, blogging... trying to twitter (apparently you can't make a new account associated to an email address used previously even if the past account has been deleted/discontinued, and also apparently the account restoration process is not instantaneous. I am not willing to use a different email address so I will not be twittering immediately. I tend to be pretty verbose anyway, so maybe it's for the best...