This May Not Make Any Sense Whatsoever
Sweet, sweet, sleep dep.
I've been up, more or less, for 20 hours now. It's a little hard to keep track given the two hour time difference between where I woke up and where I am now shoveling coffee into my gullet.
I've eaten four meals without sleeping so far, and I have another--let's call it ten hours--before I get to pass out in a bed.
The best part is that at the tail end of this time I have to be the sharpest I've been in years.
I wish I was exaggerating on that last, but I going to need my A+ game if I have any hope of this work trip being worth the treasure and san loss.
Also: people who bring toddlers on the redeye can get bent.