No Sleep = This

The kid I sat next to on the plane, when offered peanuts or pretzels, chose the latter. He then bit and gnawed his pretzels and shaped them into the letters of his name - 'Chris' - and laid the masterpiece on his tray for me to see. I would have reminded him that he was in a public place, however, the girl on my other side had a Cosmopolitan magazine - so I was busy learning how to climax together with my partner, and also finding out what he was saying behind my back.

2 Possible Segues From the First Paragraph:

1st Segue: Speaking of planes, I have noticed this in the aisle of each plane I have been on:


Translation: The exit is on the left. The salad bar is on the right. If ever an emergency presents itself in which one needs to consume salad immediately, such as a severe and instantaneous onset of fiber deficiency, one can simply refer to the safety signs and locate the appropriate response location.

2nd Segue: Speaking of weird eating habits, here are the stomach contents of someone with the disorder Pica:

1,440 items in all. Pica is a mental disorder in which the patient develops a appetite for random and unhealthy crap - like coins, chalk, and literally crap itself.

Okay, so I need to sleep now. But I have class in an hour. Hmm... I have options.

Perha;sjd/kstonakn asdfadsdejjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjja m ... oh, well I fell asleep on the keyboard and now I don't have to go to class, seeing as I just looked at the clock and it appears that it ended about 2 hours ago.

No more options.

P.S. I don't follow my dreams. They follow me!