I took what the call a ‘red-eye’ in from LA. I did not sleep a wink unless you call smushing your face against a coat-blanket while entertaining a slew of plane-crash scenarios while ALSO watching the food network guy eat roast beef sandwiches, sleep. There was also vicodin involved. I made it back and slept for a few hours but now must away, and I am just extremely confused. I knew I had to blog or something, but it took me about 30 minutes to remember where my fingers are, and also what the ‘internet’ is. In other, lighter news, my mom sent me cookies, and so I ate them.