Flying High

I'm startled awake, not knowing where i'm flying to, unsure if i've packed accordingly. It's a strange airplane, very spacious, and only 3 other passengers. I wonder if i'm the pilot? Wherever we end up, i'll need my wits about me to handle the problems that are sure to arise, especially since a couple of my fellow passengers look suspicious...

6 hours sleep in two days, and being awake 23 hours past that finds me sitting in the server room, waiting for a third level tech in the UK to call us back. If i lean back and start to doze, the air being pushed around by the computer fans and AC units becomes the hum of an airplane, the physical discomfort of the chairs rivals AeroFlot, and with the nervous anticipation of what will happen in the next few hours, i could be heading to the DRoC.

In the end, the problem was resolved around noon, i caught an hour sleep on my office floor, worked until a little past 4, then went home for another hour of sleep before staying up til 4am. Wasn't quite the 70 hours sans sleep of bygone times; i must be getting old.