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Recovering from Holiday
Nov. 26th, 2007 04:09 pmI have somehow survived the Thanksgiving week, and I'm now working at home taking a break to get over the holiday. I finally got to see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gr33bo again during the last day we were there, which was just about the only span of more than an hour that I had to myself over the past week and a half, but it was slightly marred by the nagging thought that I would soon have to get on a plane for six hours overnight. Daytime flights seem to waste more time, but there's something about knowing that you won't really be able to sleep with any degree of comfort for at least 24 hours that makes flying at night seem a dreadful idea starting the day before it happens.
So when the time finally came in the evening, we packed the van, climbed in and began reversing out of the driveway, whereupon the car instead shot forwards and demolished the garage door, which was a bit of a surprise. After some attacking it with a hammer and some pliers to get it back into a reasonable shape, it was eventually straight enough to close again and the journey went ahead otherwise as normal. My time waiting for the flight was spent wandering the entire length of the airport in search of Vitamin Water, which was eventually found in the shop opposite where we were sitting in two of its most revolting flavours.
Despite being overnight, the flight back was rather more comfortable than the flight there. This is largely due to my small, yellow and slightly illegal friend Temazepam - with its aid, I was able to go into a hypnotic sleep for about four hours, during which I unfortunately experienced the aural illusion of Dragonforce's entire first album being played in my right ear. I can't describe to you how nice a feeling it is when you wake up from a half-asleep stupor, half your hands numb from lying on them because the only comfortable sleeping position is slumped forwards dead on the tray table, look at the monitor and see your plane landing.
However, I won't be able to experience that in Britain, because temazepam is a class B drug there and I'll have to once again attempt to sleep unaided on the plane in a month. I can't understand why it's one of the most abused prescription drugs, as all it does is send you to sleep, with some unpleasant side effects such as memory loss, motor impairment, headache, muscle weakness and memory loss. The jetlag has hit me in full force today, but strangely, throughout yesterday I found myself perfectly alert, able to play the guitar rather better than I had previously and didn't experience any of the confusing hallucinogenic side effects of temazepam at all. Then I swallowed the television and went to bed.
gr33bo again during the last day we were there, which was just about the only span of more than an hour that I had to myself over the past week and a half, but it was slightly marred by the nagging thought that I would soon have to get on a plane for six hours overnight. Daytime flights seem to waste more time, but there's something about knowing that you won't really be able to sleep with any degree of comfort for at least 24 hours that makes flying at night seem a dreadful idea starting the day before it happens.So when the time finally came in the evening, we packed the van, climbed in and began reversing out of the driveway, whereupon the car instead shot forwards and demolished the garage door, which was a bit of a surprise. After some attacking it with a hammer and some pliers to get it back into a reasonable shape, it was eventually straight enough to close again and the journey went ahead otherwise as normal. My time waiting for the flight was spent wandering the entire length of the airport in search of Vitamin Water, which was eventually found in the shop opposite where we were sitting in two of its most revolting flavours.
Despite being overnight, the flight back was rather more comfortable than the flight there. This is largely due to my small, yellow and slightly illegal friend Temazepam - with its aid, I was able to go into a hypnotic sleep for about four hours, during which I unfortunately experienced the aural illusion of Dragonforce's entire first album being played in my right ear. I can't describe to you how nice a feeling it is when you wake up from a half-asleep stupor, half your hands numb from lying on them because the only comfortable sleeping position is slumped forwards dead on the tray table, look at the monitor and see your plane landing.
However, I won't be able to experience that in Britain, because temazepam is a class B drug there and I'll have to once again attempt to sleep unaided on the plane in a month. I can't understand why it's one of the most abused prescription drugs, as all it does is send you to sleep, with some unpleasant side effects such as memory loss, motor impairment, headache, muscle weakness and memory loss. The jetlag has hit me in full force today, but strangely, throughout yesterday I found myself perfectly alert, able to play the guitar rather better than I had previously and didn't experience any of the confusing hallucinogenic side effects of temazepam at all. Then I swallowed the television and went to bed.
