I've been awake 40 hours.
I watched "Bucket List" and half of "Once" (again!) while on my longest flight (thus far) rather than sleep. That, I swear, was the only stay-awake that I made intentionally.
I hate airports.
And people with kids.
And air pressure.
I have a bit of a head cold. For those of you who haven't experienced "landing" with sinus pressure in your head, I can't possibly express to you the severity of the experience.
And I got to experience it TWICE so far. Firstly, I attempted to rip off my ears while landing in Seattle. And then secondly, after an 8 hour layover in Seattle and then a 90 minute plane ride, I punched myself rapidly in the eyeball in an attempt to become unconscious while landing in San Francisco.
I can't believe I am about to get on a third airplane. Only to land again. This time in Hong Kong. And hey, guess what I'll do once in Hong Kong? I'll have a LAYOVER AND THEN GET ON ANOTHER EFFING PLANE AND HAVE ANOTHER EFFING LANDING. I've been in San Francisco for 8 hours. Most of that time looked like this...
I bought my nieces all Nintendo DS(s) for the trip. I am the coolest Aunt ever. They are grateful. And quietly click click stroking away on those game systems.
I have only one more photo to share. And it's not a very clear one. But here's the thing... I don't get why people crowd the aisle when preboarding is announced. Someone? Anyone? Help. Why in the world would someone seated in row 7 stand up and block the walkway for EVERY OTHER passenger. Why not just sit for another 20 minutes and enjoy your freedom. I just don't get it.
In Seattle about 30 people did this. I snapped their photo. The gate is on the left. There are five people in "line." The rest? On the right there? That hoard of standers? Just waiting for their row to be called.