I'll be home for Christmas. Or rather I already am.

Do you know how amazing it feels to sleep in a decent bed for the first time in a month? I slept so hard that I am now experiencing a feeling of fatigue, I got 12 hours of sleep tonight, it was freaking wonderful. I should probably stop bragging about my eXtreme sleeping before it upsets my insomniac of my roommate, also my apparent boozehound of a roommate... Henry you do realize that I'm going to be gone like a month right? I didn't expect you to go through that entire bottle before I even landed.

Anyhow the plane ride was unpleasant, but I suppose that's what I get for trying to fly home 3 days before Christmas. I woke up at noon and took a cab to the airport, normally I'd have asked Hank for a ride but he was looking pretty ragged. Supposedly he's hardly slept in days, anyhow I figured it would be best to not put him anywhere near one of the 1.5 ton death machines we call cars in his condition. Got to the airport, checked my bag and stood in line for close to two hours before waiting for my plane to show up. Had a two hour flight to Houston Int Airport where I got to wait for the next flight into Austin. Unfortunately that flight was delayed. Significantly. After an hour and a half the plane finally landed to pick us up and I managed to get home. 40 minutes or so at a busy baggage claim and I was finally on my way home, only took 8 hours and a time change to get back to my place.

Waiting and dead batteries aside it wasn't a terrible trip. And damn does it feel good to be home.
~Kal

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I was going to just put this in a comment but I feel like it deserves its own post.

Thank you so much Kal for the vodka. Although you were right - it is pretty shitty. Started doing shots around three... or something. Or was it later? Either way you'd already gone Kal. I'm not sure how many I did or even how long I was at it for. I do know that I woke up on the floor with a glass in my hand and the smell of alcohol in my nose. Thank god I didn't puke in my sleep. Oh yeah. I slept. Mostly because of the booze but I slept! And no dreams that I remember! Maybe I should just sleep on the floor more often. It seemed pretty comfortable when I woke up. But that's probably because I hadn't moved yet. Motherfuck I've got a hangover like you wouldn't believe. The sound of the typing is like smashing my head into steel wall over and over and over. I don't know how much vodka is left - I haven't found the bottle yet - but I'm considering drinking a bit more so I can fall asleep again and hopefully wake up a little less fucked.
I should probably still go to the store or something. It'd be no good becoming an alcoholic or something just because I can't sleep. I think I've heard of some natural things or whatever that work pretty well..

Christ I hate throwing up. I don't think I've ever felt this much like death. Probably because I don't drink. I'd turn the lights on to help the glare on my eyes from this computer screen but I tried that and I thought for a moment that I might collapse. Not pass out, just collapse. You can bet those lights went back off pretty quick.

I think I'm going to go lay back down on the floor. Maybe I can even find the position my body was in before I moved. That'd be great. It was so comfortable. I've been editing this post as I go. Such a pain in the ass to try to type when you still can't quite see or think straight. I'll find the bottle in the morning. Maybe bury the son of a bitch outside. Fucking vodka. Never touching it again I think. But I got sleep. Damn straight I got sleep. Fucking exciting shit. Back to the carpet for me.

-Michenab

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