In the Sky

Like I asked here, what will I be singing when the fumes come to play at my desk?

I'm sorry to say that I'm not doing much singing at all. I feel kind of like I do after traveling in airplanes for 24 hours, eating only questionable meals and breathing recycled oxygen again and again and again. For those of you who have never traveled for that long, imagine what you would feel like after swinging upside down for half an hour with your head in a pressure cooker.

The only problem is that I never left the ground and I had one amazing sandwich for lunch.

But I think I may go lie down now so I don't have to see the sandwich again.

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