Note to self, and warning to the rest of you: 6am flights really are a very bad idea. First, you have to get up at 3:55am, in order to get into a cab at 4:10am, arriving at the airport at 4:30am, which is ridiculous in itself, and I wasn't particularly excited by the whole situation... but I failed to take under consideration the fact that the cab driver was up all night schelping drunks from one place to the next, and was therefore still high energy and decided to blast techno music from his radio, switching radio stations every couple minutes, making me feel, well, nauseous.
Then you get to the airport, where all the other passengers are half-asleep and are moving at a snail pace. All the employees seemed upbeat, but then again they are used to early wake ups. As per usual, I got randomly selected for a physical pat down and emptying of my bag... and I got assigned a middle seat for my first flight. Too naseous to eat, I decided to order a huge apple-chai iced tea from Starbucks, which was really yummy at first, but soon started to make me nauseous as well!
Anyways, I still got to sleep a bit, and my transfer went smoothly. So upon arriving in San Diego and meeting up with my grandparents, I thought that the side effects of a 4am wake up were over... but no. My head remained foggy all day, I had to flight to keep my eyes open on the drive home, and then passed out at 9pm, sleeping until 10am this morning. Now, I still feel groggy, from over sleeping, but I'm hoping that I a jump in the ocean (planned for later this afternoon) will cure me!!
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