10:10 A.M.
Take off went well. I�m sure it could be worse but I�m sitting here almost bursting at the seems. I don�t think I�ve had to pee so badly in a very long time.
I don�t know how long it�s been�.
I have a huge binder full of reading material but reading on a flight just makes me want to puke.
I watch the flight attendants make their way down the aisle with their beverage cart and thank God I don�t have an aisle seat.
Yes, I get my window seat!
Oh lookie here! Gerbil bites for the in-flight meal!
Yum!
I can�t wait to get off the plane in Chicago! I wonder if Ben will even recognize me? It�s been a little over a year now.
My thoughts are few and sparse from all of the Dramamine swimming around in my brain.
I slept a whopping 2 hours last night. My body feels like it�s functioning at the speed of sludge.
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Ok, now that I�ve hit the bathroom I am baffled. How the hell do people join the �Mile High Club�, with such a small workspace?
The bathroom is a tight squeeze, and it smells like an old gym locker.
