Apparently, I was more tired than interested in finishing my thoughts this morning. Well, I’m finally on the first flight and handled most of the taxiing and ascent pretty well (okay, I grabbed the arm rests. Don’t judge.) The flight is okay so far. Valium, Xanax and a double whiskey sours (spaced out over time) helped me out to get my butt on this plane. (Jesus H on a stick, it’s hard to write legibly while flying. Or falling asleep for that matter.)
Keeping an eye on the flight tracker on my personal screen (40 minutes until JFK). I’m not really planning on writing too much on the flight to Heathrow. I’m either drinking or sleeping. (Seriously, this is fucking hard to write while on here.) Maybe, I’ll just end here now and pick up later. This is too ridiculous for me. Let’s just hope I’m as calm as I am now for the other two flights on this trip…
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