Plane Sprain

OKay, So I was supposed to fly out on Saturday and my flight got cancelled and rescheduled for Sunday. The airport was a mess once again, and my flight was over-booked, but I managed to get on it somehow. Flying makes me sick. Super sick. I don't know if it's a continuation of my motion sickness, or if it had more to do with the cabin pressure or what. But... I threw up on the plane. And not in the lavatory. Into the provided bag, while sitting in my seat, next to a mom and her kid. O, the embarrassment! At least I held it in until just as we were descending. After everyone left the plane I gingerly walked up to a flight attendant and held up the frosted white, somewhat see-through, stiff plastic "lunch bag" with my stomach contents and unnecessarily explained "I got sick".

She felt horrible for me. I felt horrible for me.

Super Secret Superhero Launderette

I Last night I worked at the Super Secret Superhero Launderette.

It was not as exciting as one might think.

The Delete Button

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I'm an inventor. I invent the most wonderful, helpful contraptions the world has ever known. Once I've designed, manufactured, and tweaked an invention I must run it by The Board. This would be understandable, of course, if the two members didn't also happen to be the two dumbest people on the planet.

And not in an idiot savant kind of way.

So none of my inventions are deemed worthy of mankind by The Board, and they all end up in a junk pile guarded by the most vicious, but also dumbest dog.

Feeling I've done nothing to help mankind, I struggle with deep depression until I finally end it all with my very own invention, The Delete Button (which was to replace electric chairs, hangings, firing squads, stoning, and lethal injections world wide given its humaneness and peacefulness - which I can personally vouch for. It was like falling asleep on a cloud and slowly dissipating)