I am so very thankful to be alive. I want to get my Master's degree in Something, cure cancer, climb Mount Everest, discover a new species of Amazonian microfrog (and name it after myself), hug a stranger, and stand up to every mean person I encounter between now and the end of my life. That's how pumped up I am about being alive and not a very very very tiny and unrecognizable part of an ongoing NTSB investigation.
The flight? Oh, the flight was wonderful. Probably couldn't have gone any smoother. And this time there was no drop-and-shudder stomach-flipping landing in the midst of a thunderstorm.
I'm just saying -- I'm alive and really friggin' happy about it. Who needs this fucking Effexor, anyway?
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