“Aussentemperatur: 21 degrees” … who gives a shit? … “Höhe: 3700 m” … still?!…”Vitesse au sul: 100 km”… deep breaths, …”Durèe de vol: 11 mins”…has it only been 2 minutes?!…”Localzeit: 00:38″…hurry! fly faster, Mr. Pilot…”Time to destination: 10 mins”. The bright spark who introduced those information screens in front of each cabin has a lot answer for. I’m sure it’s a medieval contraption specifically designed to torture smokers, such is our addiction. So I end up playing silly, mildly amusing games “to distract myself” (granted, it’s a Kantian impossiblity). My brother is rarely against jest. His girlfriend is frequently irritating others; never appreciative! According to some evil people (I know who you are), I am terrified of mom, although deep down, I am a totally orgasmic, man. Yah!
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