Being the rocket scientist I am, after two days of something approximating the stomach flu I went to Taco Bell. Who fucking does that?
Me.
I got up at 5AM on Sunday to prep for my flight. Went through the bathroom routine, made coffee.
I was going over the procedures we were practice while eating an Icelandic yogurt - that’s a thing now, look it up.
When.
I found myself saying “uh oh.” and racing for the bathroom.
Houston, we have liftoff.
Then I was rushing to the bathroom every five minutes.
At about 630 I texted my flight instructor asking to reschedule. The last thing I want to be involved in is being at the controls of an aircraft in a 45 degree turn and then suddenly shit myself.
A good call, all things considered.
Whew. That went on until today. I have no idea what I walked into.
Next flight Friday or Saturday. Saturday is Veterans Day.
I called Glenn to see if he wanted to do the lunch at the Tilted Kilt. And…friends with girlfriends aren’t really friends anymore.
Maybe I should ask my Dad if he wants to go. 1/2 price everything, and girls in really short skirts!
Assuming I don’t have a flight scheduled for Saturday afternoon.
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