OK, ok, fine...

Ok, so you're upset that I haven't posted in a while. Truth be told, I've grown bored of this blog... at least, in its current format. I have to figure out what I want to do with it. And as for the pictures... using Jamaican internet to post pictures is nothign short of torture, so sorry, but you're all going to have to wait until I get back to see the rest of my pics from this summer. ANyhow, I do have *one* thing that i'm going to post... I scribbled this when trapped on a plane to leave Miami, the day after getting back from Europe (15 hours of flying). They needed to repair the plane, but that meant about one and three quarter hours of being locked in a plane with no Air Con, and about 148 other disgruntled Jamaicans. What follows is a transcription of the jumbled mess that I scribbled in a notebook about an your and 15 mins into our entrapment.

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5:33 EST DST 22.06.05

For the love of God. I'm stuck in this oven of a plane that should have left over an hour ago. me instrumentation in the cockpit neds to be repaired. Yay. Downside? Power's been switched off. Translation? NO DAMN AIR.

Over 100 people in a plane, no air circulation. This is what hell would be like for smaller sins, like making fun of midgets, or hating babies. Not too bad, not unbearable, but bad enought that you'd kill yourelf at least every two hours or so. How bad is it when Jack Johnson won't calm you down? My jeans are stuck to my legs.
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Woah, I wrote that?