There’s no such thing as time on an airplane. You board, you eat, you sleep, and you arrive at your destination. All the time in between that is like a black hole. It’s spent on watching the “premiere” movie/s or trying to find the best position to sleep. Crap. I’m sleepy right now, but I can’t seem to get comfortable…as if it were that possible on a freaking airplane! Minus the torment, I keep going through all the possible scenarios of what the hell it’s going to be like from the moment I wait to meet my parents (and SDJ, of course). Out of all my friends, he was the only one who offered to greet me when I arrive. Can it get any longer than this? My eyeballs hurt and I wish I had a cigarette…erase that…I do have a cig, I just wish that I could smoke it.
Time to test the USB drive.
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