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I found myself trapped in the Augusta GA airport. It was the smallest U.S. airport I've been in. Only Alice Springs was smaller. I was on hour 5 of what would eventually be an 8 hour wait for a plane that never showed. My original Australian pen was starting to weaken and I opened the new one hoping it would change my luck. It didn't.
Then I commented on the previous drawing.
Then I commented on all the damn rain and being stuck in Augusta.
See,
nothing exciting as usual.
