The longer I sit in this depressing airport bar in Raleigh, the more reasonable it seems to me to climb up on my table, unplug the TV over my head, and plug in my laptop.
Hey, I’m not even *watching* the TV that’s right over my head.
The longer I sit in this depressing airport bar in Raleigh, the more reasonable it seems to me to climb up on my table, unplug the TV over my head, and plug in my laptop.
Hey, I’m not even *watching* the TV that’s right over my head.
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