The eagle has landed

I'm awake but groggy with the unmistakable feeling that I've been wrestling for the past 7 hours with finding the one position that you can at least attempt to make yourself believe that you are half-way somehow sleeping on a plane with crying babies that at any moment now will vomit on your only pair of shoes. But what else are you supposed to feel like? In between the know-it-alls and even-minded people, there are a few intent faces that are probably thinking the same thing i am... what the hell is about to happen?! Justin Currie is the soundtrack to last 45 minutes of my flight telling me about his misfortunes with himself and love while i feel the inevitable gurgle of plane food sitting heavier than a brick in my stomach. I think what i just understood through the crackle of the speakers is that it's time for us to put our toys away and thus my laptop counts as one of those. I'm a ball of emotions this morning... Wonder where i'm rolling. Thanks for reading and please remember: Don't take anything i say the right way.

- steven isaac