Cannibal Penguins Eat Their Young

Okay, so we're on our way. We're sitting in a deli/Burger King/Starbucks. Yeah, weird, I know. Get a koscher sandwich, a heartattack inducing burger and a shot of espresso all at once. Yum! THAT'S a breakfast!

Anyway, where was I?

Oh, yeah, the flight was good. I guess.

The back of the plane, literally, the back. Like, no seats behind us and we couldn't lay down. You know how uncomfortable that is to sleep? So, we have a guy in the row in front of us take our pillows. Alright, to be truthful we offered them up for sacrifice. Semantics.Next, the guy at the end of the row was asleep almost the entire time and if he wasn't asleep, he wasn't getting up for no one but himself. So, I have a God knows how long airplane flight of water, Dr. Pepper and now a Caramel Espresso Frappiccino in my bladder. I think my bladder will explode soon, but oh well.

It wasn't too bad. I read the first quarter of my new book, Percy Jackson and The Battle of the Labyrinth; listened to Circa Survive, Coheed and Cambria and Glassjaw; tried to watch a movie I got bored with; wrote some lyrics and STILL had a couple of hours to go. So, it wasn't too bad. Just long, and not being able to pee made it that much longer. Isn't being able to pee like somewhere in the Constitution? Like, the first amendment? Your know isn't, "All men are allowed to do their God-given right to pee whenever they want" somewhere in there?

Okay, I know I keep going on about not being able to pee, but you know what? Dr. Pepper, water and a Caramel Espresso Frappiccino does that to you! Anyway, we're just in LAX and wanted to give you an update.

So, yeaaaaaaaaaaah. Off to go exercise the first amendment!
Love,Ty, pee-er extraordinaire.