start: approx 15:45 EDT Fri

We're being taxied. Patronizing video / announcement being shown. Repetiton, repetiton, repetition. How to fasten your safety belt. Please. Now we're on to oxygen masks. Hindu cows. Ha ha ha. Oh good. The annoying pre-recorded bitch finally shut up. We're on our way.

This flight has a significantly different ambience than the one coming here. Most obviously, it is booked to capacity. A full plane, full of mostly awake people. I attribute the difference primarily to day of week and time of day.

Thick rain and cloud cover all around outside.

And . . . . . . . . . . . . . TAKEOFF! Oooh yeah. Up, up, up, up, up. My ticket to freedom. My ticket to rest. My ticket to home.

And into the cloud fog. Dense. White. Endless.

Aisle seat. left aisle. 39B. I pity the people in the "D" seats. Scrunched between two others, and no windows anywhere near. So far the only words exchanged between myself and the single serving friend to my left have been to confirm our positions on boarding.

This silence in such close proximity to a complete stranger is kind of odd. Well, maybe not. I guess it could be thought of as like a really really long bus ride. Still, it's a funny feeling that she could be close enough to be reading every word I'm writing here. lol. In a few hours, everyone in the whole goddamn world could be reading every word I'm writing here! WTF am I worrying about one stranger for?

Sunshine! Blue! I have seen the light.

Nah. She was reading her mag, and now she's gone to sleep. We'll say I have privacy, and call it good. L is sitting a few rows back. I'm alone.

Annoying, plastic-voiced, pre-recorded bitch babbles over the speakers again. How intrusive. Oh well.

Before I started this rambling, I discovered a shocking and terrible fact. I was nearly out of paper. Only 2 pages left. Now, I am nearing the bottom of that second page. This is vaguely reminiscent of those days when I used Netscape to enter my ramblings, and always found myself running out of swap memory at the most inopportune times.

However, the end of the world is not yet at hand. Two possible solutions are available. By the time I get to explaining them, I will have already chosen one.

I have chosen the second, and am now exercising it.

The first was to use the "spacer" pages that were left blank between the ancient leftover writings (actually written around the same time period that the database-driven ramblings era began), and this week's content. But upon further checking, there were only two of those, so I didn't really think that would be enough.

The second option, now well in progress, was to use the backs of already filled pages. This makes reading annoying, because the paper is thin enough that you can see through to previous writings on the other side. Not too bad though. Not like I'm going to frame this or anything. As soon as it's all transcribed, this matter goes back in the archive bin.

Now, haven't the last four paragraphs been exciting for the readers? Just what ya'll wanted to hear, wasn't it? Yeah. MY page. MY choice of content. And if I choose to bore everyone to death, people can either put up with it, or go seek out some real entertainment. Hah. (And yes, I did write out a syntactically correct "a" tag on my paper. Reminds me of my job interview 7 months ago.)

Snack time. BBL.

finish: Maybe 1545 CDT Fri