9/24/06, 10:45am PST
I’m flying to
6:15 pm PST
I tried to sleep on the plane, with no real success. I think I might be able to if it was actually time for me to sleep, but I think my internal clock still knows it’s too early to be hitting the sack.
Foiled in the best available time-waster, I also tried looking at the in-flight video/movie selection. They have some 40-odd channels available on the in-seat video system, but they have apparently decreed that now is sleepy time, so they’ve killed all the video feeds as well. Joy.
At this point all I have left is trying to read some engineering specs. They’re dull as dishwater even when I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, hopefully a few paragraphs of spec-language can knock me out.
8:42 pm PST
I have reached the end of the Internet. Or, at least, the end of the programming cycle for the plane’s 5 or so channels of entertainment. The spec turned out to be dry as dust, but completely ineffective as a sleep aid. I am considering filling out my
Hmmm. I just discovered that Windows comes with games other than “Solitaire.” Perhaps I have found my next diversion.
12:15 am PST
I have successfully navigated customs (I went through a detailed interrogation this time – they actually asked *what sort* of business I was on in the
Whoops, ix-nay on the access-point-ay. It did pick up an access point, but it’s T-mobile, and again I’m not paying however many pounds for the 15 minutes I’ll be sitting here. Posting of my magnum opus will have to wait.
~ 3 AM PST
Arrived at the
~ 5:30 AM (PST)
Have arrived at the Monk Bar Hotel, in