wishing i could stay

And so I am officially back. Got to the apartment at around 2:30 am and went right to sleep after snuggling with jack and jumping in the shower.

It was a long flight, 12.5 hours and I only slept for 4(ish) of them. I saw the craptastic Ocean's 13 or 27, or whatever version it is about 72 times. I ate 3 yogurts, 4 pitas, 6 glasses of water and an unmentionable amount of hummus.

I used to take Ambien for any flight over 3 hours and block out any misery in my puddle of drool, but I have a new theory since learning of that crash in Thailand last week. If something happens to the plane, might be good to be awake.

I mean, at least in theory.