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grrrrrrrrrr
Mar. 15th, 2004 07:54 amNote: Written in the air, posted on the ground.
Every now and then I have moments where I doubt the whole concept of having offspring. This is one of them.
I would like to thank the three-year-old next to me (in seat 20B of AA flight 150) for managing to do several annoying things to keep me awake just long enough that I now have my second wind, and won't get even the smallest amount of shut-eye on the red-eye flight back home. I had a really fun weekend, but not much sleep (me + unfamiliar bed = not bloody much sleep at all), and now instead of being just mildly out of it at work this coming morning, I'm going to be "Elias, angry bearded fat guy who helps run the internet" and "Elias, zombie lunatic".
You want to know where air-rage comes from? This kind of stuff.
The three year old wanting to go to the bathroom every ten minutes, guaranteeing no sleep.
The stewardess spilling water on you and your laptop as you attempt to doze off.
The guy in front of you who insists of slamming his seat back past the breaking point.
Stress is what happens when the brain overrides the body's urge to choke the living shit out of someone who desperately deserves it.
Ulcer-inducing anger is when "someone" is "anyone who crosses your path, at least until you can get some sleep."
Live and direct from thirty fucking seven fucking thousand fucking feet,
Elias
Every now and then I have moments where I doubt the whole concept of having offspring. This is one of them.
I would like to thank the three-year-old next to me (in seat 20B of AA flight 150) for managing to do several annoying things to keep me awake just long enough that I now have my second wind, and won't get even the smallest amount of shut-eye on the red-eye flight back home. I had a really fun weekend, but not much sleep (me + unfamiliar bed = not bloody much sleep at all), and now instead of being just mildly out of it at work this coming morning, I'm going to be "Elias, angry bearded fat guy who helps run the internet" and "Elias, zombie lunatic".
You want to know where air-rage comes from? This kind of stuff.
The three year old wanting to go to the bathroom every ten minutes, guaranteeing no sleep.
The stewardess spilling water on you and your laptop as you attempt to doze off.
The guy in front of you who insists of slamming his seat back past the breaking point.
Stress is what happens when the brain overrides the body's urge to choke the living shit out of someone who desperately deserves it.
Ulcer-inducing anger is when "someone" is "anyone who crosses your path, at least until you can get some sleep."
Live and direct from thirty fucking seven fucking thousand fucking feet,
Elias
