the thirty-hour day

my first time flying west. it was weird - we left at 12:30 london time and arrived in chicago at 3:15 chicago time - it was as if those eight hours that we were on the plane were completely lost! since london is six hours ahead of us, it was like yesterday was a thirty hour day. there is no good way to do the london-chicago flight. you leave at 12:30 so it is in the middle of the day; you can't sleep on the flight unless you're really tired. i dozed off a few times. and the movies were terrible. i should say the selection of movies. there were only two worth seeing (the notebook and i,robot); the others were chicken run (?why?) and some old movie about communism. well i'd like to apologize for the blandness of this post; i promise i will have another much more interesting after i unpack my suitcase. so, in case you were wondering, i DID make it home in one piece!