Jay Furr
2009-01-27 00:49:34 UTC
You spent all day cooped up in tiny little regional jets flying from
one end of the country to the other and when you finally emerge from
the little tin can full of recycled air and other people's miasma you
feel like DEATH. Stuffy, congested, achy, miserable, logy, stupid.
Sort of what it must be like to be Beano Cook, only more so.
Sweet Jeebus, but it's getting harder and harder to cope with all-day
flying. As soon as I get another hour or so of work-related email and
stuff done I'm going to go sit in the bathroom with the shower on FULL
MAX STEAM and just wait for the evil to be purged out of me. God, I
feel rotten.
one end of the country to the other and when you finally emerge from
the little tin can full of recycled air and other people's miasma you
feel like DEATH. Stuffy, congested, achy, miserable, logy, stupid.
Sort of what it must be like to be Beano Cook, only more so.
Sweet Jeebus, but it's getting harder and harder to cope with all-day
flying. As soon as I get another hour or so of work-related email and
stuff done I'm going to go sit in the bathroom with the shower on FULL
MAX STEAM and just wait for the evil to be purged out of me. God, I
feel rotten.