...and a wake up.
I'm exhausted. My eyes are dry and puffy from crying. I feel numb. And not for the reasons that most expect.
I don't normally drink the night before getting on an airplane, but I've reached The Point of Not Caring. And, yeah, that's kind of dangerous. But I don't care. Put me on the plane, get me home, let me sleep in past 0900.
I'll be back, and I'm not looking forward to it.
--Annie