Gawd I’m tired. I’m maintaining
Gawd I'm tired. I'm maintaining consciousness by clinging to the traces of caffeine remaining from my 3 shots of espresso on the way to the airport. I guess Friday morning flights aren't that common because the terminal is Langolier empty. In true zombie fashion, I sleepwalked through the security checkpoint without removing the keys from my pocket... thus instigating the airport's elite squad of friskers attacking me. Satisfied that I wasn't carrying weapons grade plutonium or nail clippers (equally dangerous these days), they allowed my passage. I lost a ring last night. I'm really upset about it because it had great sentimental value. It was given to me a few years ago by a friend of mine that I never see anymore. I wore it everyday. I don't know where or at what time it fell off my hand, but I fear that it is lost forever. In step with my typical corniness, I think may be a sign that I should focus on the future more and the past less... or it could just mean I lost a ring. I think I'm suffering from post traumatic stress syndrome resulting from doing laundry at five this morning. I completely forgot about the pomegranate that I planned to eat and am now realizing that I should eat. In-flight pretzels and peanuts are hardly filling... then again, airport food is not a comfortable thought either. The last time I suffered from food poisoning was from a meal at IAH. It was weird seeing frosted rooftops this morning. I'm hungry. (7:52CST)
I think I power napped for about 10 minutes just after takeoff. The sound of a coke can being opened prompted my pressed, red marked, indented forehead to rise and take survey of what was going on. Pretzels and Diet Coke... brunch of champions (when at 35000 feet). I felt slightly refreshed, but still weary from this past week of poor sleep habit. Last night, after I got off work, Joe, Dirk, and I went to Blanco's Bar and Grill to imbibe a few tasty alcoholic beverages. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch and eighty or so dollars of Jack Daniels on an empty stomach was enough to do the trick. I ran into Jazmin. She's a friend of Flavie's that I have not seen in forever. I never would have expected to see her at a country bar, but I guess her new man was into it and she was there with him. Of course, I wouldn't expect to see me at Blanco's either, but it's a good change of pace... and it's Joe and Dirk's old hangout, so they know everyone and everyone knows them. They keep fucking with the cabin pressure and it's making me dizzy. I wonder if there is some kinda problem with the pressure regulation system. The lady that ended up in the seat next to me is also working at a laptop... there's about as much elbow room as a right handed person eating on the port side of a left handed person. The sky is anything but overcast, so I can clearly see the white earth below. I'm looking forward to snow again, but not as much as I'm looking forward to seeing ErinLynn. (11:02CST)
I think I power napped for about 10 minutes just after takeoff. The sound of a coke can being opened prompted my pressed, red marked, indented forehead to rise and take survey of what was going on. Pretzels and Diet Coke... brunch of champions (when at 35000 feet). I felt slightly refreshed, but still weary from this past week of poor sleep habit. Last night, after I got off work, Joe, Dirk, and I went to Blanco's Bar and Grill to imbibe a few tasty alcoholic beverages. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch and eighty or so dollars of Jack Daniels on an empty stomach was enough to do the trick. I ran into Jazmin. She's a friend of Flavie's that I have not seen in forever. I never would have expected to see her at a country bar, but I guess her new man was into it and she was there with him. Of course, I wouldn't expect to see me at Blanco's either, but it's a good change of pace... and it's Joe and Dirk's old hangout, so they know everyone and everyone knows them. They keep fucking with the cabin pressure and it's making me dizzy. I wonder if there is some kinda problem with the pressure regulation system. The lady that ended up in the seat next to me is also working at a laptop... there's about as much elbow room as a right handed person eating on the port side of a left handed person. The sky is anything but overcast, so I can clearly see the white earth below. I'm looking forward to snow again, but not as much as I'm looking forward to seeing ErinLynn. (11:02CST)
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