Lavatory Adventures

I wrote this on the flight home last night...

I have to go pee. The battery on my ipod died and I have to go pee. My ears hurt from my headphones and I have to go pee. I'm on an airplane and I have to go pee. I don't particularly enjoy getting up and going to the lavatory on a moving aircraft. It's not fun. I happen to be one of those types of people who can't fall asleep on airplanes, not that I could even if I were normal because the yackety-yacker ladies in the row behind me are yacking it up like a crescendo; their imitatingly analytical voices getting louder and louder with every forced analysis of a book they've read on their Kindles. Oh brother. Apparently moms are reading Harry Potter and Twilight these days. Of course this is of no importance to me with at least one hour left on the flight to Oakland and the torturous inability to render myself unconscious. Four tests in school tomorrow, but all I want to do is cuddle up in my jammies, lay on the couch, and read poetry with a white chocolate mocha in hand. And maybe a capuccino pie like the one I had last night. Yummy. I wrote down a list of random facts about me (a desperate attempt to make myself sleepy) and 75% of them had to do with food. Coincidence? I think not. I still have to go pee.