What the fuck was I thinking? I must be absolutely insane to think that these events would or could lead to my being able to function this wonderful, rainy Monday morning:
9:15pm L.A.: Get to airport late for a 9:50pm flight; 10:30pm L.A.: Take off from LAX; 11:00pm L.A./2:00am N.Y.: Fall asleep; 11:00pm L.A./2:00am N.Y. - 2:00am L.A./5:00am N.Y.: Sleep really badly due to scary, scary turbulence; 2:15am L.A./5:15am N.Y.: Wake up in rainy, cold, grey New York; 4:15am L.A./7:15am N.Y.: Arrive home; 6:00am L.A./9:00am N.Y.: Get to work and make NO sense whatsoever, i.e. MAJOR SPEAKING FAIL.
So I fell asleep at 11:00pm, woke up after barely sleeping 3 hours and woke up at 5:15am in a different place? I don't know where I am or when I am and I feel like I may possibly be in an episode of Lost.
Judgment Fail. Itinerary Fail. Travel Fail. Person fail.