This is what I hate about flying back later at night: I can't sleep. Sure, my flight got in at 9pm, but for some reason, I'm wide awake. Something happens during that 2 hour flight where I feel like a new day has started. It happened when I flew into Chicago Friday night: when I landed, I got my second wind. Despite that side-affect, I like
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