I wish I was sleeping, or working, or doing something productive, but that’s impossible with the rough knocking of the window against my head in this nonstop turbulence. Since we took off, it has gotten really bad in its relentlessness, and it hasn’t let up now an hour or so into this flight.
Meanwhile, something smells funny in here as well. It always smells funny in economy… I can’t quite put my nose on what the smell is but at least I don’t want to. I bury my nose into my scratchy airline pillow and wish I brought perfume or some other such pleasantries to sniff.
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