Yeah -

My last flight, at 5 in the afternoon, was cancelled and rescheduled to 8 the following morning. It didn't take off until 10, when we were dsboarded because the wheels fell off during an aborted takeoff. Hours later, having been told that the Amtrak trains were all cancelled, we got back on the plane. I held it together, but the flight was so awful I actually threw up. I didn't normally have a barf bag but this time it was there. I was told I wasn't the only one that threw up, and it turns out that everyone on the flight had slept on the floor of the airport.

Yeah, baby! So then the boyfirned to who I had lent my car picked me up, too angry to speak (still not sure why.)

Nasty brusies on my arms, ass - lovin' it.

Just can't wait to fly again. Like, never. I will sit through traffic, I will walk, I will take a taxi. I will never, ever, despite the constant demands of my relatives, that I visit on layovers 5 times a year, on whom I am totally financiallyh dependent, "fly" again.

I saw a video of an English rock star arriving atJFK and had to leave the room. It's not really my decision. I just can't o it anymore.

Bless you,

--Val==