en route to Las Vegas

Chilled. Out. is how I would say I am right now. Listening to some reggae station on satellite radio. Did you know they have little touch screens on the backs of every seat on these new planes? And USB ports? [The future is nuts, yo. Maybe eventually the world will become a giant computer that you just plug yourself into anywhere you go. Or maybe I'm just being ridiculous. Little of both? Anyway,] There's so much selection I don't even know what to do. The initial running around was pretty intense, though. The lady who checked us in in Ottawa was this ridiculous tiny little stress case, I'd say no taller than 4'10" in orthopedic shoes. She was so ridiculous. [Seriously, she was so stressed out... her movements were all jerky like an exploding robot in an ill-fitting suit. She just kind of left us before checking all of our bags, saying, "I have to go to transport!" and getting someone else to finish it up, who also didn't know what was going on.] Watching all the people who work such high-traffic, stressful jobs, I realized that much of the world is just here to break people. Work people's nerves until they forget what quality of life is. I can't let this happen to me. Things are flying along well (ha ha) with the rest of the crew- we all get along just fine. I love being on planes. 'm gonna kick it. out.