Fun!

It has been 3 hours since "wheels up" leaving STL. Only an hour left on this plane; we land in L.A. and seek luggage, rental car, Sheraton, food, and alcohol -- not necessarily in that order.

The past 180 minutes have been somewhere between miserable and torturous. I could not stay awake, but I couldn't stay asleep. My head won't stay back on the headrest when I sleep. It falls forward and wakes me up. My bladder finally rescued me from the head-bob shuffle, and the woman in 23D barely betrayed her hostility as she unbuckled and stood to let me go drain the snake.

Flight attendants of indiscernible genders and ethnicities just reached Row 23 dispensing drinks. As I considered my Coke-wine decision, the pilot announced "Prepare for landing," which Flight Attendant B quickly followed with (looking straight at me) "Sorry!"

Fun. Everyone told me to have fun. I intend to start any minute now.