What's up, Central Standard Time, StuckinChitown here.
OK, so the moral of this story is actually an equation: HDB - AL = Do not get on the motherf--king airplane. Wow. All the worst of the nodding off, OMG can't breathe gonna die if I fall asleep, but still maybe about to fall asleep, but really going to kinda twitch a little and space out so I'm completely unaware of time passing and/or my surroundings SE. Then, since you're Stuck on the damned plane, you no longer have access to the tools you normally would use to combat that particular SE.
Namely, you cannot smoke. You cannot get up and walk around. You cannot stand in the bathroom forever, gripping the sink and staring into the mirror or avoiding the mirror, and you cannot then continue walking around before repeating the bathroom. You can drink, but so little it would only make things worse, even if you can afford the $7 minis. You also cannot, and it's remarkable how keenly you feel the loss of this, you cannot read or post to MWO. Then for fun let this go on for about 4 hours.
So let's just say that I didn't bother to drink at the airport. I did have one mini bottle of Jack about 1/2 through the trip. Thank All That Is Holy, that dulled the edge the tiniest of bits, and also didn't leave me completely freaking out and needing more. In retrospect, even the possibility of that occurring should have scared me away from the little bottle in the first place... But I've never been that smart. And once I bought it it's not like I could've thrown it out the window or anything.
Like I said much earlier today, my friend who knows all about the bac picked me up, and we sat in a diner all night, talking and sharing a milkshake and some fries. It was nice, though I was SE'd out of my gourd, and not feeling right at all. Couldn't think straight, even mentioned it, but she said it didn't seem like it. She actually was just thrilled to see me "normal," as she called it.
Anyway, I slept from just after 5:30 this AM to right around 8 this AM. Am a bit delirious at the moment, and just got back from the lawyer's. Amazing what 5 grand will get you. More on this soon, but right now it sounds almost too easy. Er, at least relative to what I was expecting. "Easy" would have been if the police and justice system had not F-ed me, or if I had been a whole lot smarter in the first place.
Also having what I would consider rather severe stomach/digestive issues. Sorry if that's TMI, but let's just say 225 isn't agreeing with me thus far. But I've also not slept, and eaten fast food like twice in the past day or so, and I almost never do that--maybe once every few months is more like it.
So I am going to smoke one more cigarette, then take a nap. I need a nap. Like maybe one that lasts a couple days, but with the sleep-panic thing returning I'm not looking forward to it... Will try to check in, but may be MIA for the rest of the day/tomorrow/even into Sunday. This does not, hopefully, mean I'm dead, or on a bender, but rather just hanging out with old friends for the weekend. Which I guess is what normal people do... :H
Take care everyone.
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