Didn’t drink at the airport. Did drink on the plane, a little. I think they put something in those airline Bacardi bottles that makes you sober up again fifteen minutes after you finish one. Did watch a scratchy tape of X-Men 2. (Airline version. Patrick Stewart: “Oh, my Gosh, William, what have you done?”) Did read Babel-17 and Empire Star. Did lose one of the little rubber thingies on my fancy Sony earphones. Didn’t sleep, much. Didn’t write, much.

Thought about drinking here at DFW but I’d probably miss my flight. Hoping that if I sleep from here to Albuquerque I might actually function for a few hours after I get in. Looking forward to a nice early jet-lag morning tomorrow.

P.S. Send more drunk emails.