Still on the plane. This morning I awake to one of the previously mentioned toddlers, angrily screaming his head off. A movie about the Antarctic plays on the prominently placed TV screens, and we all get to watch pristinely white polar bears bloody themselves fighting, wolves and buffaloes turn on each other, and penguins barf breakfast into each other's mouths, only before being hungrily hunted down by the mother of all seals. Ahh. Good morning, sweet world.
My foot is tapping to a cheerful John Mayer song that I slowly realize isn't playing, and so I stop.
