Unstop the dayYou'll rise again

I thought it'd be a good time to post a little something. I still have about 12 hours of traveling to go but this flight shouldn't be more than another 8 hours and the good folks at Korean Air are taking fantastic care of me. I just think it's fun to walk around and not understand a damn thing that anyone is saying. Not the people sitting next to me, not the flight attendants, not even the pilot. For all I know, they could be coming over the PA telling us to bend over and kiss our asses goodbye and that we're going down. I'd still calmly take my headphones off and smile ignorantly as everyone prepared for death and I just anticipated the next meal of hot udon noodles.

We took off an hour late so I may not make my connecting flight to Fukuoka but I'm not all that worried. Michael is supposed to pick me up at 7:30 at the airport and if I don't get off the plane he may sense something is wrong. Either that or I just really wanted to finish the in-flight movie.

I think that the airline ticketing office is working some kind of conspiracy here. I got sat in the fat white person section of the plane. Maybe my short military haircut didn't quite classify me as part of the servicemen section of the plane and my gringo nose definitely kept me out of the Korean National section. So here I am, sitting next to the fattest person from all of Texas. I've been keeping a pretty steady scowl going so she hasn't bothered to try and talk let alone even attempt to put a hoof on our shared armrest. Now that she's asleep I finally get to write about her without fear of eavesdropping. One thing I learned during my time in the wilds of the suburbs is that you don't want to piss off a rhino. But seriously, I know I'm white, but am I that fat?

I'll probably get bored in the next hour or so and feel the need to post some more minutiae about life in seat 31H. So there.