I was up from roughly 5am Saturday until about 11pm last night. Once Shawshank left me at the airport, I think I ate nothing but Pepto, Gravol, and Clif two Clif bars, tops. I made sure to drink whatever they had on there planes, and bought extra drinks during my layovers.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to sleep on my overnight flight. Instead, all I could get was a maybe 45 minutes light doze that did nothing but highlight the fact that I had been up for 24 hours at that point.
I landed at about noon, went down to the luggage carousels to wait for my bag. Then, I texted mom to say I was there because I didn’t see her. She told me to wait outside, they were on their way. My brain promptly forgot about the luggage and went outside to wait. Fifteen minutes later, the airline is paging me to come get my bag.
Whoops.
Brian stopped for Wendy’s for me. I ate most of it. By mid-afternoon, I was vibrating. I felt like I was built of a tower of Slinkies and sitting on a fault line. For dinner, I ate three chicken wings. I tried to go to bed after a quick video chat with Shawshank, but the Slinky-tremors and my brain wouldn’t shut off. Eventually, I over medicated myself and slept 8 hours.
At times, I’m still feeling the Slinkies. 0/10, do not recommend.
I miss Shawshank. I don’t think I really need to expound on that topic. Nothing I say will be any different.
The worst is Mal. He’s so small, my heart hurts
I’m not in a good place right now. I feel like I’m never in a good place. Does that place even exist?
Yes, that place exists and you will find it.