The longest day
Well, here I am, 29 hours later, and it is still my birthday. I am of course in US Pacific time, so technically it's past the midnight back home, but for me the day just keeps going.
Brr. What a flight. I was searched twice, and on the both times they required me to take off my shoes as well. I sort of pity the security guys, having to examine people's shoes all day. On the other hand, getting through U.S. immigration was probably the easiest one yet - they just basically whisked me through, no questions asked.
What a strange day. Perhaps I should get a shower and go exploring. Or something.
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