I'm awake after who knows how much sleep. I think I need to stay up, as I arrive in Singapore around midnight, and it is six more hours until we land in Tokyo. I don't know if I missed dinner or not, but just in case I grabbed a few snacks from the snack tray. Whoa! The tiny cheese wedge is called "Wee Brie."
I don't know who thought of the inflight radio selection titles, but puh-leeze! Do I listen to "Smooth," "Connected," or "33 1/3?" Say what? In the end I decide to read.