Frequent Flier

This jet lag is killing me.

Things are deteriorating rather quickly over here, and I've been delayed in writing. In recent weeks I've been transported back and forth across the country. California to Massachusetts. Massachusetts to Kansas. (Kansas??) Then, finally - in the immortal words of the Notorious B.I.G - "back, back, to Cali, Cali."

I still can't believe that they tried to make me sit still the entire trip home. They fed me some line of bullshit about turbulence, and a stupid orange light with a picture of a belt on it. Mommy kept saying, "wait for the light to go off, honey." But the damn thing never went off. What a load of crap. So I figured, if they're going to restrain me, I'll give 'em hell.

At least I had the monkey along with me. He seemed to enjoy the view and provide Mommy with a welcome distraction. [Codename: Daddy] was strangely quiet the whole time, which contributed to my feeling of unease. But things did begin to look up as we approached our destination.

As it turned out, one of my sources was traveling incognito directly in front of me. Clearly, I have a lot to learn about keeping a low profile. Our encrypted dialog revealed key aspects of my upcoming mission. And together, we got a good look at the bumblebee girl hanging out a couple of rows further ahead. Such a cutie.