Crack=bad

So I'm leaving tomorrow for a week in BC and I have to say, while I'm excited to be back home and spending quality time with my friends and family, I'm not so jazzed about the flying. I mean, jet lag. I leave around 5pm and I arrive at 10am the same day I left. How weird is that? And the leg room. I mean, I'm not so tall and yet I have no room for my legs because evidently the planes were designed for those with no legs. I don't even know how Virve flies. She has way more legs than I do. Which is of course not precisely what I meant to say. It's not like she has 6 legs and I only have 3. She's just much taller. Anyway, no leg room=bad. Crappy airline food=bad. Crack monkey in the next seat=bad. Nine hours in a steel box being propelled through the air in some strange and magical way=really bad. So there you have it. Not so at one with the flying. I really like the taking off and the landing but the bits in between lick my butt. In a bad way. Eeeeew. Quick! Think of something nice! If my plane crashes I don't want the last image of me you have to be one involving butt cracks! And now I said crack which makes it all worse. I have to go.

Okay bye!