What is it about airplanes that make it hard to read with full comprehension? Is it the loud droning noise in the background, the small seats, the lack of legroom? Whatever it is, I barely ever feel like reading, or when I do read, it feels somewhat awkward. Like I can't quite transport myself to London or Fool's Gold, or wherever the book is set. Because forever there is the drone of the plane, an unending loud noise that makes you feel like there are insects crawling on your skin.
So I sit here, back aching for some reason, listening to a relaxation track, hoping that the next hour will go by quickly.
8:26am
It was actually an hour and a half from then. Making descents aren't always fun. Ears popping. I did get a little reading in earlier, but not that much.
1:00pm
I'm on the second flight, tired out of my mind. I thought it was an hour later that it really is, so another 1.5 hours remain. I don't have patience for reading again, but sleeping is not working either.
