Wednesday?

I'm almost sure it's New Year's Eve, but after flying for about 15 hours clearly I could be confused. I've crossed five time zones. The center of the Abu Dhabi airport is like a mosaic explosion and I am melting down the sides on a lime green and cerulean blue magma slide. The delayed remark flashes repeatedly on the departure board as I have been noticing life in the lux airport for the past hour and fifteen minutes. Afraid to go to the bathroom for fear of missing my flight, I only hope I don't inconvenience Mathew.