Airport Breakdowns.

So as we were flying home from Hawaii today..
I sort of had a mental breakdown.
We landed in Minneapolis after a 7 hour flight from Honolulu and stopped at a Caribou Coffee on the way to our next gate, and I decided that, in my breakdown stupor, all I needed from life was a fruit cup.

I was quite pitiful at 6:00 in the morning, wearing a XXXXXXXXXL Dave & Busters sweatshhirt and also large sweatpants. I bought the fruit cup, and a small Campfire Mocha, but before I even touched the mocha, I devoured the entire fruit cup.

We got to our gate, and I laid on the ground and put my hood up and my legs on the wall. You could say I was a bit loopy from all the Dramamine I had taken. I was just so happy that I had a fruit cup that I just wanted to lay there and look at the fruit cup on the ceiling. (There was not actually a fruit cup on the ceiling, I was just in breakdown stupor mode) When we boarded our flight home, I'm certain I was not walking straight and I was giggling at everything. I sat in my window seat, and passed out all the way home. I'm probably not going to take Dramamine for awhile.