C'mon Jared, you've gotta be thinking something. Surely you must realize that your life will never be the same again (at least that's what Joanna says). Things can never go back to the way they were before. Here's your chance to forget about all that has plagued you back home; everything that has inhibited you from ever having the courage and focus to pick up that bursh and paint a beautiful picture (bwah ha ha ha ha)...This is fate giving you a chance to break with your past and start anew. Remember, you always thrive in new situations (e.g. summer camp at Interlochen back in the day). Buzz your head, get a tattoo, screw lots of girls, write a slick screenplay - c'mon bitch, it's time for less talk and more rock! (editors note: I'm pretty sure the previous statement was intended to be sarcastic...at least partially so) This is the opportunity that will bring you to the threshold of greatness. Remember your goal: to one day be a VIP guest at the Playboy Mansion. (further editors note: I can only hope I wasn't serious, though it's not too much of a stretch)
11 HOURS LATER
Her mouth is wide open, the woman sitting next to me. She's asleep and will definitely awake to a terrible case of cotton mouth. Should I do her a favor and try and close it? Probably not, that could turn out badly.
Several hours ago my mood cycled between giddyness and anxiety. Now I'm too numb to care. After enough time on an airplane, one begins to forget what life is like off the airplane. The airplane has become the only life that I've ever known.