August 11 Gripe About Flying

It is better than the immigrant ships. There is less likelihood of death. Right now I don’t really care. It is absolute hell to sit for so long, sleep deprived but unable to sleep, trapped in one position, earphones don’t work, magazines are boring, watching the minutes creep by. I can’t work on a plane, can’t think, can’t talk, can only endure to the end, like a terminal disease. I look forward to seeing Mike Olsen in Houston. Only another hour, maybe I’ll survive.