Mile High Post

Just had to post once from 30000 feet, just to say I did. Sitting in these seats is the worst. laptop is scrunched...hard to type...can't breathe...somewhere over Kansas...on way to san diego.

Over and out. Roger, roger.

Blogging off.

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