Open Vice Grip, Enter Head

First it was December of 2008. Now it's September 2009. I love cancelled flights.

Thank you for the failed engine that caused my flight to Chicago to be cancelled. Thanks for the 45-minute wait in order to rebook my trip back East. United, you did it again. Awesome.

New Plan: PDX at 6:30am, tomorrow morning (Tuesday).

Layover: Chicago, Illinois.

ETA: 5:00pm in Norfolk, Virginia.

Next step: Breakfast. Then a nap (since I wasn't able to get one mid-flight). Ugh.

But honestly, how can you complain about being stuck in Portland, while visiting Baby Sister, and having one last night of great beer and food. I mean, you should feel sorry for me.