What is wrong with me?
On my flight to Buenos Aires last month, I took an Ambien and had two glasses of white wine with my dinner. I dreamt somewhere between IAD and EZE that Anderson Cooper was sleeping in the bed behind me. I woke up at some point and tried to peak over the back of the privacy wall thing to see him, absolutely convinced he was there. My seat belt made it impossible, so I just rolled back over and went back to sleep.
Seriously, what is wrong with me?
