today could be a long day:
interviews in madrid.
drive to the airport.
2 hour flight to the uk.
bus transfer to different terminal.
14 hour flight to singapore.
arrive singapore.
dinner.
lie down in hotel bed.
try to sleep.
wonder about international travel and its effect upon circadian rhythms.
etc.
now it’s 6 a.m in madrid (12 a.m in nyc/9pm in l.a/12 p.m-noon in singapore) and i guess i should at least try to go to sleep.
i’ve never been to singapore.
oh, yes, i have.
sorry, i forgot.
i was in the airport in singapore for 2 hours once.
i bought a magazine.
i know. i’m just a burbling fount of excitement.
good night. well, it’s not really night here.
and it’s certainly not night in singapore.
but it’s nighttime in my hotel room.
and with the aid of my comfy sleeping-mask it shall remain night for at least a few hours while i toss and turn and try to sleep.
so, uh, good night?
wish me a safe flight(s).
thanks.
-moby