Airport Blues

OK. I am officially sick of being on a plane and I am bored. It is almost 11pm Mpls time. It is almost noon where we are going (Singapore) and I have no earthly idea what time it is in over the ocean. We still have 3.5 hours left on the San Fran to Tokyo leg. It is still another 8 hours to Singapore!
I have already watched two movies- “Thank You for Smoking” and “Stick It”. I have eaten dinner, a dessert and a snack. I even took a Unisom to try to sleep. No go. Alas. I have played the onboard interactive games (solitaire, Bejeweled, and Reversi) I have played the trivia game through several rounds. I have even been reading “The Chemistry of Joy”. Not tired. If someone just told me the alarm near my bed was about to go off and I would have to face a day of work, I am sure I could easily be tired enough to sleep. Hopefully, I will sleep enroute to Singapore. If not, I will be way body clock screwed. Both Steve and Scott are sleeping. Or was, until Scott just got up a minute ago. Most people are sleeping. This happened to me last time, too. I survived.
So nothing to report really, just boredom. And the fact that I snuck on some contraband lip-gloss. Sure, it really is a bomb, but it makes my lips so sparkly and shiny I could never just give up the little plastic pot to get revenge on America for all it’s materialistic greed and commercialism. Hey, it was from Victoria’s Secret!

And so, in closing, I would like to say…. I’m super. Thanks for asking.