Just opened my luggage to discover that I somehow completely spaced on packing my CPAP device when I left the hotel in Charlotte.

You know…the thing that keeps me breathing at night.

I’ve called the hotel and they can’t give me any info until the AM for a variety of absurd reasons.

If it’s found (and it had better be) then it’s going to take at least till Sunday to get it back.

I’m investigating loaners and such but it being a holiday weekend it’s going to be tough to pull off. Certainly, nothing tonight. I’ve called my doctor and the sleep center and no dice till Monday.

It’s going to be a hellacious couple of nights.

If I don’t get it back by Sunday this may affect the tour as I won’t be able to leave until I get my hands on one on Monday. FUCK.

I am eejit.

On my way home from Charlotte, 4 hours early. Yay.

Monster poem in progress. Seriously. Yay.

And for the second time in two weeks, I have accidentally brought a pocket knife (albeit a vey small one) with me in my carry on luggage. I’m amazed…thought I’d pulled it out at home but I guess I only thought I did. Last week I actually had two, one of which was significantly larger. Boo.

Think I’ll call TSA when I get home, or at least send them a nice e-mail. Since I’m already on their shit list for who knows what reason or set of reasons (ok, I suspect I know why, but that’s neither here nor there for these purposes), it probably can’t get me in any more trouble. (Famous last words, those.)

CYA..time to board. Yay!