I’m exhausted and have a great case of my usual airport ebola. I feel like someone stuck all my nerve endings on the outside of my body and then decided to sandblast them just for shits and giggles. Ought to make navigating my way to JFK exceptionally interesting. Time for me to crawl gingerly out of bed here, take more overpriced international ibuprofen, and to see if I can’t manage to cram some pickled fish down my throat [with coffee of course] for a late breakfast.
Although I wish I could just stay in bed and peek out at the world like this seagull. 
