I'm not quite well-rested - spells big trouble for the next 24 hours ahead. My neck feels sore, probably because I had to sleep on the floor last night, with only a bed cover to keep myself warm. No pillows, but ironically, I thought the sleep was good. My shoulders and neck feel tired though; I hope I can sit still during the flight.
I have chosen the contact lenses. Between having dry tired eyes and a splitting headache, I'd rather suffer the former. I've already armed myself readily with two bottles of lens drops.
Read? Sleep? Watch movies? I'm still thinking about that. With my dry painful eyes, it's going to be hard to do anything.
I'm going up the plane in my stinky denim jacket. It isn't really stinky because it hasn't been washed for weeks, but because it had gone to the pub with me last night to watch the Pistons game. Well, I'd rather stink up the plane than my luggage full of new, clean clothes. Again, apologies to the world.
I'm hungry; I've not had my breakfast this morning. Wanted to save my stomach for a hearty latte-cream-cheese-bagel meal before I leave.
Another two hours before my flight. I'm done with my bagel and I've probably had enough of this free wi-fi. I think I'm gonna walk around, go to the bookstore, maybe buy a magazine to exercise my tired eyes on the plane.
Did I say I am both looking forward to going home and dreading also to go back to real life at the same time?
The mind has a powerful and unstoppable way of manipulating your thoughts and senses. It makes you feel good for some time, making you think you're good enough to survive it all. Then you'll never know what's going to come next. Maybe even in the next few seconds. Or hours. Or the very next day.
I thought I'm done with thinking, but I think I'd only just stopped thinking.
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