Wifi down. Could be worse. Plane could be down.
Louis CK swirling in my head. I’m sitting in a chair in the
sky!
Grateful. For it. For life. For you.
But seriously, WTF to do?
With the lights out, it less dangerous. Here we are now.
Entertain us.
Please.
I’m a loser. I’m a lover.
I’m a joker, I’m a toker, I’m a midnight smoker. Can’t do
that either.
Was that the lyric? Dunno, can’t check. Wifi down.
Hmmm…..
Computer still works. Words still flow. Music perhaps?
Spotify no. Pandora no. Apple Music no. Can a brother rock a
show?
Why am I paying for 3 music apps anyway?
Note to self: dedupe this poop.
Back to the lecture at hand. Er, monologue. Soliliqueezy.
Wifi down. Bringing us down to our kneezy.
Begging, baby baby, pleazy.
Whatever, this is cheezy.
Flight attendants prepare for landing.
Oh, thank yeezy!
-Seat 8G