OH HI THERE YOU! I LOVE YOU!
I'm SOOOOOOOO HIGH UP IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW!!!!
Cuz I'm on an airplane!
To New York City!
And.....uh....if you fly in the dead ass middle of the night they cut you a deal on the wifi.
I think cuz we should be sleeping?
Somebody somewhere owes me 5.95 American Dollars for writing this for you.
I still have a headcold/ear infection....thing going on.
But I'm treating it with drugs. The meth making kind where you have to sell your first born to the pharmacist to get him to change your laminated card into proper little red pills.
I'M SO HIGH IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW.
ALSO IN THE FACE.
I'M HIGH ON YOUR FACE.
I'm also waiting for vodka beverage to be delivered. Twas ordered via console thingy, which is awesome for the minimal human interaction..
I think there's a Russian mail-order bride on our flight. Either that or it's Lady GaGa flying coach, but personally? My bets are totally on the former.
I'm allowed to make sweeping generalizations about mail order brides because my cousin bought one on the internet a few years ago and now they have two kids and she comes to family functions.
This guy that looked like a round-headed cone-head gently felt up my back when I was going through security, and I had to go through the wirrrrrrling MRI machine security thing, while Julia got to go through regular style x-ray land.
What the hell man?
I want a cookie.
The seat back tray table does not allow for a flattering photography angle.
I could only find my hipster brother's GIANT HIPSTER HEADPHONES when I was gathering for this trip.
They're green though, so that's something.
Julia's reading celebrity gossip.
And also waiting for a vodka drink.
But without the other parts.
OHMYGOD I LOVE YOU <-----------THIS------------> MUCH.
That's like two inches on my laptop screen, if you're trying to quantify my love.