So today is the day to jet-set accross the ocean and see what lies on the other side. And if i'm not mistaken, that would be Europe <grin>.
I have a problem with planes. Not afraid, not even a little bit. My problem is that i turn into this little girl who is going someplace nice and is so excited that she wants to kick the back of the seat and ask every 10 min if we're there yet.... I would think, after all this time and being somewhat more mature than a 6 yr old, that i could sink into my plane seat, read for a few hours and then slip into dreamland, waking refreshed and dewey faced for the adventures of whatever country the plane lands.
But no, sadly, quite the opposite, save for the reading bit. i want to look out of the window to see where we are. However, since it is the middle of the night flying over the ocean and Greenland - there's nothing to see(although i must get to Greenland someday). So i look out into space -hoping to see something of interest, but alas that doesn't happen and then there is no leg room and i can't sleep and are we there yet and if that child doesn't stop crying i'm going to scream and ... and... and... ::sigh:::
So this trip, i've decided to do something different. i've messed up my body clock by staying up till odd hours and not sleeping much. Maybe this way, i'll be able to slip into dreamland and arrive looking refreshed instead of my normal zombie look. Maybe. Nice thing about jet lag is that is only lasts for a day or two, so by Monday, i'll be myself again.
But if you're in Hungary this weekend and you see a zombie-like woman, trying her best to look like a super model while really looking quite the opposite, feel free to say 'hello.'