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Still disoriented

Flew through the night. Tried to sleep on the plane from Portland to Newark and I may have actually succeeded, but I don’t remember. I woke up wearing an eye mask, noise-canceling headphones and a neck pillow.  Ate the worst breakfast of my life in the Newark airport, (with plastic cutlery no less) then boarded a prop jet for Rochester, and sat right over the prop.

A 2 hour drive home and I don’t even know my name.

How do frequent flyers do this shit?  I don’t even know what day it is. I took a 3 hour nap, a shower, ate some dinner, and I’m still dizzy.

I don’t care how convenient they are, from now on, no more red-eyes for me.

Really.

It’s so good to be home.

Author:

I’m a small town yoga teacher who says motherfucker a lot. I hate anything woo. I’m into neuroscience. And facts. I’ll lead the chanting of “om” sometimes, but it makes me feel awkward. I want to access flow states. As far as yoga helps me do that, I’m into it. Dopamine is my fave neurotransmitter. Don’t tell anyone I told you this.

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