I woke up feeling slightly icky, which was a slight continuation of last night’s slight icky anxious feeling. Shawshank was worried about me before he even left for work. Pretty much the same thing that happened before my original flight.
I’ve decided it wasn’t a stomach bug a couple of weeks ago. More than likely, it’s a panic attack of epic proportions. I slept the entire day until Shawshank came home from work and forced me to drink some ginger ale. I took three showers and I’m pretty certain I lost every single fluid in my body.
So here’s a video of me being an idiot.
