This is me after a sleepless 8 hour nonstop flight from JFK in New York to Vienna. Sleepless because I got the middle seat. In the section where they put all the annoying 2 year olds who won't stop whining for no reason, apparently. Currently I'm waiting for my stepmom to pick me up and deliver me to her place in Trecin, Slovakia, where I'll be spending the next three weeks. There's also a bed there. I haven't seen one of those since Friday night. And even then it was only for 2 hours. I don't know when I am going to learn that travel is always infinitely more confusing and generally more difficult when embarked upon with whiskeybrain and mild to severe sleep deprivation.
For the second time this year, I flew out to JFK from Bloomington after pulling an all-nighter, and sat myself on a long transatlantic flight after raging in Brooklyn the night before. Hopefully this will not become my modus operandi. I'm going to live in New York City soon - I should learn to interact with the city like a normal human being instead of some beer starved animal with no respect for her physical limitations or other passenger's desires to sit in peace without being subjected to someone else's hangover stink.
More on the New York trip in a bit... it is now the magical hour, 10 am, and time for me to start searching the crowd for Ivana.
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