gah, i am in the frankfurt sheraton instead of on a plane back to SFO. this morning i left my hostel in madrid by taxi, but there was an accident/intense traffic, and after a harrowing hour and a half ride, finally made my flight with about 10 minutes to spare (very close call). Apparently, people dont know how to read in Madrid, because my luggage was not sent on to my connecting flight to SFO from frankfurt. So, i had to wait for it at the baggage claim, and when i went to the desk to check in 40 minutes before takeoff, they told me i would not be getting on their flight (fuckers, sorry about the language). final straw for me- i yelled (not very ladylike) at the united people, oops, then gave up and called the parentals at 4 am their time. mark patrick got me on a flight out of frankfurt tomorrow morning and a hotel room.. so, here i am. stranded in frankfurt til tomorrow morning at 5:30 am ,when i have to be back in the hellish airport checking in....

AHHHHH.

sigh, will i ever make it home? all i want is california, man.