Flight notes

(7:25 a.m. EST)

Despite the engine's soothing humming, i am having trouble falling back to sleep.

When we were taking off, I thought, this is it, the much-dreaded flight, the scary 15 hours to come (while I could barely make a 20-min car ride).

The upgrade is worth it.

According to the real-time flight tracker, we are no longer over the Anarctica but somewhere near northeast Russia. Almost half way, and some 34,000 feet/10,363 meter up in the air.

Outside, it fluctuates between -80 to -75 F. Far beneath us, there seem to be endless rolling hills. Some land of ice, snow, or whiteness. Well, whiteness in the dusk, though.

Whether it is -80 or -75F, it sounds like a region of temperatures we human beings certainly wouldn't feel like being exposed to, since we'd die of hyperthermia within ten minutes.

So let's not get exposed, please. Thank you, Mr. Captain.

(10:09 a.m. EST)

Over the Sea of Okhotsk. A name I've only heard of in geography class. The exoticness.

Six more hours to go. Fav music mode = one song repeat. And onto the next one.

Dozing off. On and off. Between brief, dimmed sparks of consciousness and the far, far-away land.

All of you, please guard New York till we get back. We will take the next shift.

(12:20 pm EST)

Incredible stunt in Premium Rush. Do bike couriers really ride like that?

Four more hours.

(1:00 pm EST)

What would I be doing today? Therapy, and more data, probably. I am used to the pattern now; breaking the pattern contributes to my insecurity.

Currently playing: Paula Cole's debut album, This Fire. Paula, I need the energy in your anger.

(2:30 pm EST)

I wonder what the girls are doing. We are so far away from you two now.

(3:40 pm EST)

Will be descending soon. Hello Taiwan, we are back.