  San Marcos Airport The air outside smells like Heathrow. A chill and a strong current of diesel fumes like a tarmac in my backyard. The construction has begun right below my window with the very first hole being dug by what looks like a cross between an oil pump and a siege machine. Men in fluorescent yellow vests and blue jeans. The incessant breaking-glass sound of dump trucks filling with granite as the earth movers efface the chaparral.
More backup horns. Ugh, the smell. Little planned for the day aside from getting to see my brother when he brings back the new Shuttle X. The first one went suicidal, so he had to exchange it for a new one and start over. Im awaiting its arrival before I get going on my homework; everything I need to move forward is on that system. So rather than be productive, Ill continue to play around with online distractions. 
