Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Something more awful than running out of milk and overly pessimistic people


I hate flying. Hate. I've always been plagued by air-sickness so flying for me means that I will potentially be throwing up sometime in the next few hours. To try and fix my air-sickness I have been given packs and packs of mentos to chew, wet-wipes to wipe my face and feel "refreshed" and numerous tiny glasses of aeroplane coke. And as a result I hate mentos, wet wipes and aeroplane coke. Listening to Sherlock Holmes for 2 hours while pretending to sleep so I can avoid the food when it comes around seems to be pretty effective in getting me through a flight. 

Ugh *thinks about the destination. thinks about the destination*

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