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It's like 6pm and I'm at my hostel. They have free wireless internet in the ground lobby. I have 4 hours to kill until Mariko is scheduled to show up.
I managed to not figure out how to give the right people the information about my camera equipment. Also I somehow managed to not go through customs? Not sure if that's supposed to be possible. I think customs was optional, I asked them if I would need to declare something, and they asked me if I had fruit or alcohol, and I said no, and they said that I was fine.
In my earlier confusion in Minnesota I asked when I would be going through customs, because I thought I might have missed something. The woman gave me a puzzled look, which I later found out meant she thought I was a terrorist or something since the TSA pulled me out of line and searched through all of my stuff, frisked me, and then interrogated me a little bit about why I was asking about customs.
I explained the camera stuff, and they chuckled a bit and said that I should have gotten that taken care of before trying to board the plane.
I am convinced that TSA agents aren't really people. Fuckers.
I haven't slept since Monday morning. But I guess since it's around noon in wisconsin, I shouldn't drink caffiene and instead should try to fall asleep at a normal time here.
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