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I have four and a half minutes to relate what I've learned in the last 36 hours, which is how long my day lasted from sunrise to sunrise.
I learned that I love flying even more than I thought I did. I spent lots of the 20+ hours of airtime glued to the window, watching the beautiful patterns of the world flowing by. Incidentally, I remember in Superman returns when the airplane and the shuttle are accidentally waltzing into outer space, and the atmosphere turns dark blue and then black as they leave it...and so I craned my neck to look up ABOVE the plane, where people usually don't look. And to my dismay, it was very, very dark blue. Almost like I could see into space. It felt...dangerous. In a dispassionate sort of way. To know that only a few (give or take) meters stand between you and nothingness. And then there's the elusive pull to know what it would be like to go there.
Also, I learned that if very, very drunk gay people are asking about your male friends and their anatomies, and waving books about satan around in a plane on a twelve hour flight, it's going to be a very, very long flight.
Also, I jsut realized my time on this computer is running out. Lata.