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<!-- March 23, 2003 --> 1pm, Toronto time. Noon, Chicago time. I'm having a panic attack that there are two airports in Tokyo and I didn't tell Dave which one to pick me up at. Crap. I have a "window seat". I prefer window seats so I can LEAN against the side and sleep. No one told me that my "window seat" was like "lakefront/beachfront property" which is just in close proximity to said body of water/window. I can barely touch the window with my fingertips. That would be SOME sleeping trick to lean on that wall. Unless I get out of the seat and sit on the floor with my back to the wall. Why not? I'm already breaking all the rules by not storing all personal items in the overhead compartment/under the seat infront of me. I figure if they're gonna give me so much goddamn space between me and the precious sleeping wall, then I might as well use it. Maybe they'll make an in-flight arrest when I refuse to move my stuff. That make for a great story. "Wadies and genwemen, we wiw be taking off shoatwy." I love Asian accents. Given that I actually DO seem to have what Barber calls "yellow fever," maybe you won't write me screaming about how racist I am. It's a 12.5-hour flight. They could have at least ASKED me about my preferred distance from my precious sleeping wall. They're lucky I'm so sick and so tired and so medicated, or might not sleep and get rough on their fake plastic smiles (I considered swearing there, but it wasn't working for me). Never had so much turbulence on take off. I can see wing shake. Thank god I have all the downsides of a window seat and none of the positives, or I'd never forget how crappy the back of the plane is compared to the front and middle (business and executive classes). Jerky rich people and their first class. Maybe I should have dressed in something al ittle more provocative than jogging pants and no make up so I could get me a first-class-daddy. (Similar to a "sugar-daddy" but whose main advantage lie in their ability to provide me with first class service.) I guess I wasn't so bright when I wsa rooting around in my pack for something to wear at 5:30am. Maybe next time I'll plan a little better. Maybe next time I'll specify my "window range tolerance." More cold meds and wine! |
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Other March 23rd entries: Cursing: snotty nose Listening to: In-flight FM |
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