Over the Atlantic
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:42 pmTyping this over the Atlantic. Altitude is 10058 meters, going 848 kph, it's -53° C outside. iTunes is piping me some good music (that one's easy), I'm reading my news feeds (including LiveJournals) with NetNewsWire, I'm reading my email (using IMAP disconnected mode) and I'm writing this journal entry. I'm being poked.
Once in a while, I have some hopes for the future. Now, if only I could move my legs...
If you read this, it also probably means I've made it to the ground without turning into a ball of flames. Huzzah.
Once in a while, I have some hopes for the future. Now, if only I could move my legs...
If you read this, it also probably means I've made it to the ground without turning into a ball of flames. Huzzah.
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Date: 2006-02-21 01:19 am (UTC)I had pants that are maybe a size too large. My plane from Toulouse to Paris was a bit late. A bit of running after passing the security checkpoint. No actual dropping of the pants (not that it would faze French people!), but it came close at least a few times!