San Fran

Arrived in San Francisco at around eleven last night. After skyping a few friends, I threw my stuff behind some chairs and slept for around three hours on the floor. Upon waking, I checked my ticket status, worried about it for a little while, and then set off for United. I found that this particular airline demanded that I trudge through letters of the parking garage before finally arriving in the correct terminal and viewing the queue of epic proportions. This lengthy line didn't take as long as I expected, however, and I soon was at the check in station. I got my tickets with no problem, and checked in my bag after removing a pair of shoes that are now attached to my carry-on. So now, I'm most likely going to buy half a piece of bread for seven dollars or something equally ridiculous. After eating something for the first time in a while, I'll take off -after a short wait- to Los Angeles, where I will suffer a long wait. And then a long flight. To New Zealand. Super pumped.