Journaling at 35,000 Feet

Yes, you're reading right. I'm currently cruising at 35,000 feet aboard Continental's flight 1165 to Atlanta, Georgia, which (according to the pilot) will be ten minutes early, due to circumstances beyond [their] control. There's just not a thing they can do about it, he says. Go ahead, break my heart, get me an extra ten minutes...see if I care.

Mind you, I'm not posting from here. I'm very good at spending money, but some things just are not worth it to me. There's not a thing I'm going to say in this entry that's worth spending $16 to post it from here, instead of waiting until I get to my apartment in Atlanta.

And those of you who know me oh-so-well are wondering about now, "What's she doing with the laptop up, typing, at 35,000 feet. Doesn't she usually bury her head in her needlework from about the time they ring the 10,000-foot bell until the captain tells the flight attendants to be seated for arrival?"

( read the rest of the long-ish musings on flight )