First Flights

Our plane from St Louis to Chicago was my 3rd time on a plane, but it still blows me away how fast they are. It took no longer to get from St Louis to Chicago than it takes me to drive Jerseyville to St Louis (about 45 minutes). Josh and I got our first practice making friends with complete strangers with the guy next to us. He was reading the DaVinci Code, and I was warning him about how fabricated most of it is. But we started talking Philosophy and he was going on about Platto’s philosophy of Forms and Shadows. I had NO idea what he was talking about.

After landing in Chicago I got my last American meal: McDonalds Double Cheeseburger Meal with a Coke. I think I’m gonna kill some time talking to stewardesses and find out about planes and lightning strikes.


March 31st || 6:32 am (London) || 39000 miles high
3846 miles flown || 603 miles per hour || -58 F outside

Alright, so my first international flight wasn’t so bad. Wasn’t great, but not bad either. This jet lag thing really messes with your head. If this plane lands at 8:00 am (London), it’ll still be 1:00 am back home. Which means I’ll be on this plane 9 hours, and feel like its one o’clock in the morning. However, daylight-wise I got on this plane at 4 in afternoon and landed at 8 in the morning. That’s a 16 hour difference, and I only got 9 out of it. Figure I only slept like 2 hours on this plane and now I have a whole new day ahead of me… It’s entirely too much to think about this early/late in the morning/night. You’d figure taking those two “Simply Sleep” pills would have put me out, but no. You try getting a solid night’s sleep:

1. Sitting up
2. In a new and exciting environment
3. At what feels like 8 o’clock in the evening
4. With a plethora of movie channels at your disposal.

As much as I wanted to, sleep would not come. This is going to suck.