A confession: I *love* to fly. I love the feeling as the plane lifts off the ground, and you see the neighborhoods turn into little tiny toy houses far below you. I love making a little cocoon in my seat where I have nothing to do but read a book and listen to my iPod using noise-canceling headphones. I even love going through security and having to take off my shoes (I know, that's sick, isn't it?). I'm a member of the United "Red Carpet Club", so I love to show up early and have a drink and eat the free food. I got a first class upgrade for this quick flight (first, baby!) so I'll get free warm nuts and a blankie. I should get a job where I fly all the time, except I hate one thing - being away from Master Thor and the place I will soon call home.
