Monday, March 22, 2004 It's not that I was feeling terroristic while my plane was sitting on the ground for four hours, but you have to admit, it would be rather fun in such a situation to grab a Nerf bat and just wail on things. Of course, by the time we actually got off the ground, my mind had progressed from Nerf to Wiffle to wood to aluminum to vampire bats in terms of what would cause enough damage to satisfy my frustration. Obviously, I scribbled this in the beginning of that death spiral. |