On New Years Day

I'm sure I've said this before. But I get so tired of flying alone. If
nothing else, having a companion provides someone to appreciate my eye
rolls or deep sighs when families full of children crowd into one side
of the airport shuttle when there is plenty of room on the other side if
they would only look up to observe the destination of the numerous
flight attendants trying to push past.

Maybe its the hangover talking, but I really hate people.