i made it home. it’s oh-dark thirty for real.
i had no idea JUST how terrified i am of flying until i took a xanax before flying and didn’t feel paralyzing, gripping, nauseating fear. so, i’m guessing constantly thinking you’re going to crash and die isn’t a typical OR a good thing, and i swear by the front paws of my dog that i shall never again fly unmedicated.
thanks friend for the phone call that kept my mind off of the horrors of the vegas airport at 10 pm on a friday night, and other friend, for the phone call that kept my mind occupied in california when i was waiting for the xanax to kick in.
i slept so soundly on my last leg of my trip that i have no idea how to go to sleep right now. lie down and try, i suppose.