wednesdays are spelled funny (nes=nintendo)

United Airlines Flight 955
From Lon/Heathrow
To San Francisco

I'm sitting next to a blind man. His name is Edward. He's in the window seat. There's plenty of open spots, but at the moment I wish they were full. I wouldn't have to ponder the idea of filling one. I suppose I'd talk to Edward about it first. He nudged me to see if anyone was sitting next to him. So, "Hello, I'm Andrew." He's visiting his girlfriend in Eugene, there for a week. That's kinda familiar. If this is a play, then this is an interesting scene. My playwrights are feeling ironic I guess. I haven't mentioned the disabled, elderly lady to my right. She's needed as much help getting aboard and settled as Edward. Three's a crippled crowd. I really don't see any reason to move. Heh, then again, I hope Edward doesn't mind the smell of the houmous Katyana packed me.


Well they moved me. Nice arrangements for Edward and me. We now have more room than anybody in first class. I'll stop by occasionally to see how he's doing. I'm just so sleepy.