I'm back in Tampa, finally. Trip wasn't really all that bad I guess. Being super sick limits your ability to do a whole lot, so for the most part I just hung out at my parent's house. I got a wicked case of motion sickness both on the ride from the airport then back to it, despite eating many dramamine. Apparently moutains and curves just aren't for me anymore. On the plus side, I did manage to get a pair of bright red cordoroy pants. Which, while not exactly flattering, are fucking awesome.

I was supposed to have a layover in Atlanta tonight, which I was dreading…plus the flight was already delayed by 45 minutes by the time I got to the airport. Atlanta = root of all evil, I think. However, I totally lucked out and was able to be switched to a nonstop flight. Yay! Also, yay available upgrades! I had taken a lot of dramamine, plus a couple of xanax and aleve because I of pain and whatnot from the 3 hour drive. So, by the time I got on the plane I was already a little fucked up. And didn't realize just how much I had been drinking till the end of the flight. So hello fucked up drunkenness. Now I think my tummy hates me. Sigh.

And so now I think I'm just going to go to bed. My new years rocks!