Jast June, I thought it’d be fun to skip out of a meeting and jump. Figured, “hey, one jump, I’ll just head home afterwards and blame traffic.” This happened. And a warning, it’s rated R for some questionable (and painful) language. I wasn’t about to tempt Karma today, I’m just saying. I’ve got a whole summer coming up to jump.

I’m sitting here, working my ass off. It’s raining outside. I’ve had a crappy week in many ways. I’ve had a headache for two days straight. I haven’t run all week. It’s never going to get warm. I haven’t skydived in so long, I’m sure I’m going to forget what to do the next time I exit the plane, and make a crater in the earth nine feet deep. While I sit here bitching about all of this, NASA, one of my two cats, sits next to me, sleeping, without so much as a care in the world. EVER. I’ll tell you… It must be nice. Perhaps he’s dreaming about the sun coming out, or about it warming up so [...]

Use BOTH outlets at Starbucks, yet SLEEP in front of your hogging-both-plugs devices.