July 16, 2014
I seem to have forgotten that I promised myself I'd never take the "redeye" again. Just like when I used to "forget" that certain foods caused great stomach upset and would indulge anyway, thinking, ahhh, I can handle it, if it even happens this time it won't be as bad. But no. I convinced myself it would be glamorous to be at LAX close to midnight, that it would be all foggy like on the train tracks in a 1930s movie and we were both wearing trench coats. Alas, he wore a hoodie, and now I feel like a zombie.