I'm not dead, just hurty

So I didnt die, and the flight wasnt even that awful after 14 vodka xanax cocktails.

Flew in yesterday and am now in that zombiesque phase of jet lag where you appear to function normally but cannot remember things like your Pin #, your keys, or your own name for example.

And my sinuses for some reason are so angry that I want to rip my nasal cavity from its home.

But the trip was awesome and all I can report for now is that Thailand is too amazing for words. Pics are coming soon...