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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I can't wait to see what the ground looks like as you get further away from it. (I know the novelty will probably wear off, but whateva.)
Also, I'm hoping I don't get sick. I haven't gotten motion sickness since I was a little kid, but my mom says that if I got carsick then, I will get airsick now. I don't want to!
my mom says that if I got carsick then, I will get airsick now
There's no direct link. My sister was terribly horribly carsick as a kid, and has never had a problem flying, even when she was wee.
Oh, good. I don't want to spend the time feeling like I'm going to yarf when I plan on having shiny new books to read. (Although sometimes I still have a hard time reading in the car. I'm fine on trains, though.)
There's no direct link. My sister was terribly horribly carsick as a kid, and has never had a problem flying, even when she was wee.
Yup. I couldn't get in a car without booting as a kid. I've NEVER gotten airsick. Well, except for on my way to London once, but I'm blaming the salmon on the in-flight meal. Or the 5 Jack & cokes.
Or the 5 Jack & cokes
Yikes. I can see how that would hurt. Although I'm not against finding myself a drink before the flight. Just to calm the nerves. At noon, it'll probably be hard to come by, though.
Drinks were free on international flights, so I indulged a wee bit.
At noon, it'll probably be hard to come by, though.
Airport bars are open then, for sure.
Hmmm. I wonder if Manchester has a bar.
I could be wrong, but from what I've heard, much of the problem of car- and sea-sickness has to do with the difference in motion between the immediate surroundings and the horizon, which would suggest that airsickness isn't going to be a direct connection.
I'm no good with the sentence making anymore.
Oh. I did get sea-sick on a 7th grade whale watch. I think it's because everyone else was doing it, though.
Boats are a whole other ball of wax.
I'm chalking this weekend up as wasted. We didn't get a single thing done around the house that needed done. Yard work--the snow took care of that. Staining the trim--the low temperature took care of that. I *could* have cleaned out the computer room in preparation for baby-proofing and thrown out some of the shit that is accumulating in the basement but I didn't.
If anyone sees my motivation, please tell it to get its ass back home.