I can sure pick a week to have lots of air time ahead of me. Thank goodness we aren't flying out of London. They won't even allow books on board. Hours on a plane with nothing to read but the sky mall catalog. Shopping while in a plane. Two things that are bad enough alone, but combined? *shudder*
Maybe I'll write sonnets on the back of an air sickness bag. To the Dude in Front of Me Who Just Had to Put the Seat Back so That I Have Zero Leg Room or, You Fucking Self Absorbed Bastard - a love poem.