Five hours before my Seoul-to-LAX flight landed at 9 am, I dropped a couple of Ambien. I think they were 10 milligrams each. I didn’t feel much at first so I eased the seat back a tad, closed my eyes and hoped for the best. The next thing I knew we had landed and people were standing up and gathering their stuff. It was all I could do to stand up. Ambien had never hit me like this before. My sense of balance wouldn’t kick in. I felt like a woozy steer being pushed through the pen. It felt like a dream. I knew we were at LAX and that that I was walking along the hallway like a drunk. I tried like hell to stand up straight and look people in the eye and think clean thoughts. Coming down the escalator and looking at that gelatinous, shape-shifting, waterfall-like object d’art didn’t help. It took me a good hour to feel awake and attuned again.