Or at least that's the way I feel. I've been awake for over 21 hours, I was supposed to be home almost nine hours ago, I have no idea where my luggage is (though I'm guessing Chicago), I won't be home for another six hours, and I hate DFW. Of all the airports I've been to, it's my least favorite. I actually miss SeaTac.
I want to curl up and sleep for about two days.