There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror. — Orson Welles

The day is warm as the sun is out. The airport bus took the Pacific Highway, averting weekend gridlocks on 101.

It's 3pm. Too darn early for my 845pm flight to Manila. I stare out. The weather's just perfect. Too darn perfect to waste inside an airport bus.

I need sleep. Why it takes like forever to pack 2 luggages and a carry-on for a short vacation is just beyond normal. It has always been like that. A bad travel habit that seems to die hard. The end result is torture: a hangover deprived of caffeine.

I need sleep, for real.

Perhaps I'll just take a nap. Try to slumber off stress and weariness from last night's lapse in self-organization. And maybe, just maybe, provoke later on the plane an emotion brighter than Orson Welles's sentiments