Since I have nothing better to do at this time besides testing whether the food in front of me could be weaponized either biologically or chemically (besides ... ug ... the way that Mike just did), I thought I should write this up now. As you have probably noticed, I missed our weekly "crazy roommates" support group meeting last night, mainly due to the fact that said roommates--mine, not yours--have just kidnapped me with the intent of forcing me to sit at a sunny beach and watch the unattainable Margaret frolic around in a bikini. I was also not given the time to pack a bullet-proof vest, which is my surest indication that Mike does really want me dead.
Flying is just as horrible as you described it to be, but unlike you I was unable to take dramamine before the flight and thus have yet to pass out. (I would prefer to face my death without knowing it for a change.) Fortunately I have had no problems with nausea yet, which may be because Roger is channeling it all. Instead, I've had severe mood swings which seem to be abating ... mostly ... sort of ... why do I have a sudden urge to stand up and stretch?
As usual, Mike is the only one who seems to be having fun on our end. He probably planned for that as well. Bastard. Not certain how the girls are making out enjoying their flight. But I probably don't really want to know.
Look, I don't care how disgusting your kitchen gets. You don't have it as bad as me. Understand?
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Chris,
Since I have nothing better to do at this time besides testing whether the food in front of me could be weaponized either biologically or chemically (besides ... ug ... the way that Mike just did), I thought I should write this up now. As you have probably noticed, I missed our weekly "crazy roommates" support group meeting last night, mainly due to the fact that said roommates--mine, not yours--have just kidnapped me with the intent of forcing me to sit at a sunny beach and watch the unattainable Margaret frolic around in a bikini. I was also not given the time to pack a bullet-proof vest, which is my surest indication that Mike does really want me dead.
Flying is just as horrible as you described it to be, but unlike you I was unable to take dramamine before the flight and thus have yet to pass out. (I would prefer to face my death without knowing it for a change.) Fortunately I have had no problems with nausea yet, which may be because Roger is channeling it all. Instead, I've had severe mood swings which seem to be abating ... mostly ... sort of ... why do I have a sudden urge to stand up and stretch?
As usual, Mike is the only one who seems to be having fun on our end. He probably planned for that as well. Bastard. Not certain how the girls are
making outenjoying their flight. But I probably don't really want to know.Look, I don't care how disgusting your kitchen gets. You don't have it as bad as me. Understand?
Regretfully,
Dave Jones