Well, that didn’t work. At some undetermined time last night I nodded off on my couch and woke up at 9am halfway lying over. Super cool, I missed my flight. I booked another to give it one more shot this afternoon at 4pm. This is the first time I’ve ever missed a flight. I’m glad it was only a $50 one. I woke up so frantic and with so little sleep that I can’t figure out if I’m dead tired like I should be, or strung out from frantically formulating a backup plan. I’ll listen to Herbie Hancock to soothe my frazzled nerves. Oh hello, Watermelon Man.