few things hold the power to freak me out so much as hearing a roar and looking out of my 36th-floor hotel room window to see a huge delta jet flying fucking low to the ground — and i’m serious, it was basically at eye-level from my perspective — a few blocks away.

it just went past again, somewhat higher this time — i suppose it must be circling and waiting for landing clearance or something — but i didn’t know we were that close to the airport and haven’t seen any planes that up close and personal this whole week and jesus fucking christ that was frightening.