Your son never once said, are you telling me the truth, how can I stenograph people if no one is having any conversations. I can hear one guy talking but only intermittently and mumbled. He’s saying something about his college football playing son to a young blond girl. His son’s girlfriend? Unrelated strangers? Can’t be because he said am I telling you anything you don’t know about microfiber panties?
Womens panty can be super comfortable or super uncomfortable depending on the type and brand. Take it or leave it.
So what should I do tonight? I’m going to be exhausted and should probably work and blog and get settled in and sleep. On the other hand I could hang out with Barbara or Johnny.
There’s Ben, you might as well get your stuff and we’ll start lining up. What a boring conversation, everyone is just watching the game not talking. Lame.
Then I got on the plane and am sitting next to a young black guy wearing dress pants. I’m going to be antisocial and not talk. I am exhausted and ready to sleep my way to Syracuse. The problem when I sleep on planes is that my head always falls, instigating a dream that I am soaring over a cliff plummeting to my death, so that every time I wake up with a huge jerk and my neck always hurts after. Plus I seem to startle everyone around me with the sudden movement.
I’m not sure what else is going on. Are you excited about the next few days? You should be. I hear a lot is going on. WHO are these old ladies jabbering away in the seats behind me. Who talks that loud on the plane? A private jet is so necessary, if you have the money of course. Let’s get one.