Let the Drinking Begin

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Just as I'm starting to get really wound up about flying home for the holidays I read a few days ago that some nutcase off his meds claiming to have a bomb managed to get gunned down by an Air Marshall in Miami because they were on alert for a potential shoe bomber. Sweet. Aside from the worst-case scenarios I've already been envisioning, now I get to worry if some trigger happy cop of the not-so-friendly skies is going to start shooting a gun loaded with cop killer bullets at passengers who are acting a bit crazy. It's the holiday season, everyone is fucking crazy, with or without meds. I can't even buy a cookie cutter for 5 euro without the cashier asking me if I need it gift wrapped which makes me want to shout, "Fuck no, it's all for ME! I'm a GRINCH!" Just wait until the family holiday party where people will actually talk to each other even before the whisky sours start flowing. My head may just explode on contact. :) Maybe I'll just start drinking heavily before boarding the plane at Vantaa and pass out somewhere over Ireland. Of course, if my mother spends two weeks bitching non-stop about my embittered, self-absorbed and crazy grandmother, a person who is living proof that nasty people do, in fact, live longer, I may regret not getting sent on an all expenses paid tropical holiday to Gitmo courtesy of the Department of Homeland Security. :)