I don't really travel well. Today I spent 4 hours in a metal tube hurtling towards the rising sun, sitting next to what I can only imagine is the single broadest shouldered man in the united states. And of course he was an encroach-er. Which means as the flight went on he only got closer and closer as his fat ham like arms slowly swallowed up the armrest, like a greedy troll eating a newborn baby. And on top of that he "leaned". Let me explain something. If your in the middle seat you have limited window privileges. Take off and landing, you are allowed to stare directly out them. Any other time is simply limited to a quick glance to ensure the wing is still attached. Starting out the window at any other time is rude, and leaning forward so you can insert your head into my territorial bubble so you can get a better look at the clouds is just damn right ignorant. If your close enough to give me head then perhaps your just a little to damn close. And take a fucking mint, would that kill you? I think i'm going to have to burn this shirt when I get home cause the smell just ain't going anywhere. So here I sit in a hotel room, 2110 miles from where I want to be. Bored out of my mind and....well mostly just bored. god i'm bored.