Xanax is my friend

I was dreading the 7 hour flight to Madrid because I go stir crazy even on the shortest 3 flights to Texas I take each year. But Michelle was able to score a prescription for me for a few high-dosage Xanax from one of her doctor clients. So after a couple tablets washed down with beer, the last thing I remember doing was reading a few pages of the Iberia Air in-flight magazine. Next thing I knew I was awoken to the air steward asking me if I wanted breakfast in anticipation of arrival in Madrid. No books, no iPod, no movie, no small conversation with Michelle. It was like one of those time suspension things in long distance space travel movies. Xanax is my friend.