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.