As I type this with
As I type this with the clouds passing beneath me, I realize two important things: 1) the amount of worthless shit I type on this site is inversely proportional to the amount of sleep I get... and B) Microsoft Word Auto-complete features are complete and utter crap. One Linux to bring them all and in simple functionality bind them. Although I didn't sleep more than an hour or so last night (again), it was wonderful to be in my bed, in my home, and with my pets. As I was flying in last night, I was thinking about when I used to visit my family in the 90's and how no matter where I was living at the time, or how great it was, it was nothing like Texas. Returning to Texas was always a big deal to me... I always knew I would find my way back here again. It has been my experience that Texans in general are complete freaks about their state patriotism. I have no explanation for this... I think we are just born with it. The air temperature in this plane is absolutely freezing... well, not literally freezing, but cold enough to not find comfort even with blankets and a jacket. I have to go to the office when I arrive. That sucks almost as bad as having to work tonight as well... bad timing on my part. I'm so tired that I'm not sure what day of the week it is... I need a coma clinic. (10:30CST)
Okay, so a few minutes pass and I am all minesweeper'd and solitaire'd out, but the vents on the aircraft are now blowing magma into the people space. It is sweltering. What idiot is at the thermostat? It feels like we should be rubbing SPF 50 on our coconut smelling bodies. (11:00CST)
You know... the think about it being hot on the plane that bothers me isn't the heat. It's the smell. Once the air is warm, all of a sudden, you have disgruntled passenger homegrown aromatherapy going on. I heard on the news this morning, as I was ironing my shirt, that some guy was found dead from an apparent suicide performed by jumping out of an airplane. Maybe the flight attendant getting jiggy with the cabin temperature controls would be willing to volunteer? (11:20CST)
In the hotel... finally. I have a much better view than last time. I'm so freakin' tired. Time to go to work. Fuck. (12:15MST)
Okay, so a few minutes pass and I am all minesweeper'd and solitaire'd out, but the vents on the aircraft are now blowing magma into the people space. It is sweltering. What idiot is at the thermostat? It feels like we should be rubbing SPF 50 on our coconut smelling bodies. (11:00CST)
You know... the think about it being hot on the plane that bothers me isn't the heat. It's the smell. Once the air is warm, all of a sudden, you have disgruntled passenger homegrown aromatherapy going on. I heard on the news this morning, as I was ironing my shirt, that some guy was found dead from an apparent suicide performed by jumping out of an airplane. Maybe the flight attendant getting jiggy with the cabin temperature controls would be willing to volunteer? (11:20CST)
In the hotel... finally. I have a much better view than last time. I'm so freakin' tired. Time to go to work. Fuck. (12:15MST)
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Beautiful!!
That is a nice view…
*gasp*
PARAGRAPHS!!! Keep this up, and I may not be able to contain myself, pard…
you know what grosses me out is the thought of all those germs mingling in that stale stale air. gak.
Sounds better than sitting on the tarmac for a spell in August with no AC!
the worst for me was christmas day of 1999… on my way to paris, had to divert to london due to high winds… 4 hours at heathrow with no ac and they wouldn’t let us off the plane!
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