July 14th, 1999
Flight home was uneventful. Nothing but cramped legs, stale peanuts and weird tasting chicken served to me on a Styrofoam plate.
Lan on the other hand has been a busy girl while I was gone. She got in some great pictures of Spontaneous Human Combustion. No these were not e-mailed anonymously but came straight from the desk of that Mexican reporter she met on vacation down in the heart of Texas. So it's a foreign SHC (as those in the know call spontaneous human combustion) Far as I know I'm the first gringo to post them.
It's amazing to think we have built up a web of news gatherers who look out for this kind of stuff for us. If you've e-mailed me an article, news clipping or a tip then go ahead and pat yourself on the back. If it weren't for you then I'd probably never be kidnapped at all.
Hum . .I just made a good point.
Oh well too late now to complain. I've made my bed now I'll lie in it. And when's the last time you ever made your bed. I'm talking to the guys out their not the girls who made their bed and put a dust ruffle on it and then throw 16 different pillows on top of the damn thing so you have to spend an hour and a half just getting the pillows off before you can lay down.
I can't remember the last time I made my bed. And I suspect I'm not the only 20 something with the same problem.