I had the good fortune of having my flight out of SF get delayed by about 2 hours on Friday. So it tool off about 1030pm to the UK. I’ve had a cold lately and felt pretty awful. Nothing like waiting 3 hours in the airport. I got onto the plane and passed the hell out. I woke up somewhere over Ireland with a plate of food next to me.
While glorious, I landed at about 430pm. I didn’t get to Glasgow until 8pm. Now its 4am and that complete night of sleep that I got is going to haunt me for daaaaaaaays.