I am now in the Phoenix airport. My flight from Vegas took off late of course. When I arrived in Phoenix, I had roughly 20 minutes before the connecting flight took off to Chicago. This would have been okay, if the people at US Airways weren't a bunch of fucking douchbags. My connecting flight in Phoenix was, for some reason, booked on United, which was in a completely separate terminal which required a bus ride to get to. Then you had to go through the security line again. When I got to the counter, I could still see the plane outside the window, but they said it was too late. Missed it by a matter of minutes. Now I am on "Priority Standby" for a 12:45pm flight. But that is not guaranteed. If that doesn't work out, then I'm waiting around for the 2:30 flight. That is, unless the crew decides not to show up for that flight like the one last night that got canceled. My cell phone is now dead, so I can't call anyone. My cell charger is in my checked luggage. My computer is now my sole communication tool. Thank God for free public wi-fi. As for my luggage, who knows where that's going to end up. It's probably in Anchorage.