"Excuse me for saying what I know down deep is my sin, but maybe I'll fool everyone into thinking I know just what I am doing."

-The White Stripes (I Want to be the Boy to Warm Your Mother's Heart)
 
I am so, so sorry for disappearing once again, for such a long time... you as well as I know this has become sort of my sthick.
 
Also, sort of off topic but anyone want to see Attenberg, I've a bit of an infatuation with Yorgos Lanthimos...

-The White Stripes (I Want to be the Boy to Warm Your Mother's Heart)
 
I sighed and put my carry on luggage in the compartment above my head, getting out of bed today was no easier than it was any other, the medication didn’t seem to be of much help as the horrible feeling that have been engulfing me were in no way dispatched . I sat down in my sat though through the window I saw the insidious gloating sun as it stared down at me.
‘You’re not going to be able to run,” the sun said mockingly, it’s tone laced with an acid distain.
“Fuck you” I whispered harshly, clenching my eyes shut in the hopes of blocking it out. The flight attendant walking by glanced at me, confound though I suppose it was an understandable reaction.
“Are you allright?” she asked tentatively, her voice was that of one dealing with an invalid, an artificially calming tone without inflection, each syllable drawn out to absurdity, as though I couldn’t comprehend the message she was trying to convey. I looked at her blankly, I was in no mood to answer that vapid formality, but yet I still managed, after a deep inhalation, to answer a whispered yes.
As she turned away, continuing her path down the plane, I closed the window in an effort to block of the sun and Restoril, I had no intention of having to endure these next few hours conscious...
 
Again, I am so sorry for the horrible story, a better one will come soon!