Long Day's Journey into Next Morning
2005-04-02,

245pm

Whelp, here I am at about 35,000 feet, on one side or the other of the Mason-Dixon line. This being my third time on a plane ever, things are going pretty well. (In case you were wondering, I'm currently using our PDA keyboard, one of those nifty foldy things) My ears are popping like crazy, which is new, but luckily it's not bothersome or disorienting. I'd rather not be puking any time soon due to ear trouble.

This plane is Tiny, let me tell you. It's like a short school bus, but without the corners. Not the greatest way to ravel, I'd say. But then, if I were travelling to Atlanta (where our layover is), this sure beats a 14-hour drive, I reckon.

Anyway, I'll be pulling this out over the course of the flight, just to let you know if I start getting stir crazy or anything. I brought multiple forms of entertainment for the 9.5-hour flight from Atlanta to Munich, so I shouldn't be too bad off. Not to mention, I'm sure that the plane going overseas will be at least somewhat more comfortable.

Okay, back to staring out the window at the pretty clouds.

509pm

I somehow managed to make the transfer in Atlanta just fine, mainly by riding the coattails of the other two from the company I'm travelling with. I swear, if I'd been doing this alone, I'm sure I would have made the proverbial wrong turn in Albuquerque.

So yes, the int'l flight is much nicer. Lucky me! The in-flight movie is Bridget Jones 2. Sigh. At least I'm tech-equipped enough to ignore it and not be bored. The airline was nice enough to give out free headphones, at least. I haven't tried them yet, but soon will.

One thing about the bigger plane, I'm noticing-- the wings flop around a LOT more. Which is necessary I know. But it really doesn't make me feel any better. I'm already starting to feel it, now that the nerves of getting on the right plane are gone-- lonely. It's sad to say, but this will be the longest H and I will have been apart since around the time we started dating, I'm pretty sure. I already know that I don't like it, even though It'll be a good trip. I know how much I hate being alone - without H - and five days is going to suck hard. Very hard. This will be an interesting experiment in coping, I suppose.

Okay, I'm going to go play with the headphones now and wish I had a better view out the window than a rusty, flapping wing.

738pm

Actually, I'm now considering it 238am, as I've already set my watch to arrival time, in some sort of vague effort to thwart jet lag at least somewhat. Somehow, I doubt that it's going to work.

I read for a while, and dinner was fine, if tiny. Some sort of beef thing with accoutrements. More filling than expected. Now that everyone's messes are taken away, they all seem compelled to make a run for the bathroom all at once. Duh. I wait patiently until the wave o' peoples subsides.

Time for me to strap on (heh) some music and pretend it's the middle of the night. Wish me luck. I want to get some sleep so I can enjoy some of the town when I get there and not be a stumbling idiot. Night night.

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