hi, it's me josh heller. this is where i curate the internet.
bienvenidos a mis internets...
I had been confused about my flight information and at 11pm the day before my flight I realized I was leaving at 10am. I would not have eaten several courses of All-You-Can-Eat Korean BBQ.
That morning I’d only eaten the five muffins from the airport lounge. I was not a member I’d taken advantage of a promotion where if you had enough social media clout you could enter, on the implied contract that you’d mention the place in your social media presence. I did not feel like paying for food on the airplane, so as I got hungrier I drank soft drinks and a handful of taffies that I’d swiped from the concierge.
When we finally landed in Toronto, while drinking a few beers I wondered why I felt so weird. I felt various aches and ailments coming from inside of my body. I wondered if the salt in the Korean BBQ had set-off high blood pressure in my body, that would have me immediately dying from a heart attack, as though a bulgogi overdose was the same as a cocaine overdose.
The next few days were full of long meetings, and each night we proceeded to get drunker than the last. Then we’d work longer days. Never catching up on sleep and always feeling hungover, I felt like my body was collapsing. I felt like I needed to go to the doctor immediately. I waited. I thought that if I was actually dying I’d know it.
By the final day of the trip, I realized that if I went to the doctor she’d probably tell me to stop drinking every night, to eat better, and to get more sleep. Which is better advice than drinking a beer because you feel weird.1 hour ago • 2 notes