I’m still a little awestruck about having wifi on a flight. Currently, I am 34,903 feet in the air and somewhere over Missouri.
I happen to be more than just a tiny bit exhausted after this trip. My plan to combat jetlag failed miserably, so rather than acclimating to EST, I woke up around dawn almost every day and sustained myself on a diet of coffee and cigarettes. Three hours is just enough of a difference to throw you out of whack.
I don’t think I took a single photo this week other than those two above. I did just find a lens cap in my boot this very moment, and I’m not really sure what it is doing there. I’ve been wearing the boots in question for many hours now, and don’t recall putting it in there at any point.
I made an in-flight playlist :
I’m hoping I fall asleep to quiet music and wake up on the tarmac in L.A.
Crossing the Missouri / Kansas invisible border on my little Where am I map, and currently hitting turbulence.
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