I told you that story so I can tell you this one

Or: More ramblings from the plane

At a certain point ~9 hours in, the plane shut down. Everyone was asleep, all the windows closed. Dark and sleeping inside, light and aware outside. Felt like traveling in a giant anachronnism, something so out of it's time hanging onto what it has left of it. Apparently stuck forever between 100% Go HK! and Aw Hell I want Oxy I was awake like on HK time, but still in the dark (literally) like on pacific time.

And in whatt scientists are calling "The Worst Decision so Far" I ventured a bite of the clam sauce spaghetti my mom packed for me. It's usually delicious, but this was about 10 hours into the flight. The unrefridgerated flight. Spent the time time landing battling the urge to puke into a small grey bag. Ugh. It was one bite!

All in all:
-3 strawberries eaten
-About 5 hours of sleep
-About 4 hours of gameboy
-0 times actually vomited