Such a long, delayed flight, we didn’t get back and to bed until after 2AM. I am dying.
Too much walking. Too much heat.
Too many people for my introvert heart.
I am turning inside and finding only discomfort, tightness and pain.
Would that I could stand sensory deprivation, but claustrophobia’s a real bitch.
Target: 700 words
Written: 854 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Through The Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll
Comics: Saga 5-8
Music: Other Worlds, Screaming Trees