The clock is just about to roll over to three am, and I've not yet gone to bed. Not because I'm not tired, but due to my dislike of airplanes. It's not that I'm scared to fly, I just find situations where I'm stuck in small area with recycled air for hours and hours to be somewhat unpleasant. At six feet tall, I just don't fit very well.
When I think about it, a plane is like a prison to me. The food is about the same, you are very restricted on where you can go, and the view is usually about as interesting. At least considering that I seem to fly during the night pretty much all the time. That or it's overcast. Though there was a time flying over the western arm of the Himalayas where the view was anything but tedious.
Well, time to sit back, relax, and listen to some jazz as I wait for the sun to come up. Perhaps I will be able to fall asleep on the plane if I stay up all night.
See you in Argy.
