start: anybody's guess. we'll say 16:15 CDT

Now that I had my snack, I'm feeling all sleepy again. Oxygen mask heaven.

Pondering the WWXD philosophy. This week, and perhaps most weeks, I think mine has actually been closer to the WWGD. What Would Gabrielle Do?

[At this point, Bitscape cannot help but notice as the single serving friend he hasn't spoken with, so maybe the term doesn't apply, pulls out a brand new shrink-wrapped gameboy game, a gameboy, and begins to play. Bitscape sneaks a peek at the title out of the corner of his eye. Tetris DX.]

The stereo in Bitscape's brain plays on. I swear, I go without hearing music for a long enough time, and my brain will start compensating by regenerating the tones on its own. It's like I can hear it, clear as day. I mean, sure, some parts might be incomplete, or fragments of lyrics missing, but it's there. Like a consciously self-aware auditory hallucination.

Cut. I would not blame them if more than one, two, or three of my readers began to truly wonder about my sanity about now. lol. Don't worry. Can't be too much longer before landing.

But I warn, it could get worse before then.

Oh God. Enough. Mercy for us all. She just sings way too... way too... high.

Plane making turns. Left, then right. I have a feeling something is happening, but I'm not sure what. It seems too early for landing, but who knows? Maybe my sense of time is warped. Hell if I know. Turning more. Something's happening.

This is too beautiful to have my nose in a notebook through. Halting.

finish: God only knows. Try 1600 MDT.