I don't take Klonies, but my friend does. Ok, I take them on trans atlantic flights, but i'm too outta sorts when i wake up. like i know doune means customs, but figuring out which luggage is mine is an all day affair, not to mention wobbling down the taxi line with it. it also gives me nightmares so fierce, i still think they're real even hours after waking. the nightmares never involve monsters or being killed, but real life events turned sour. once, i dreamt that i was driving a friends car. very gingerly. i was doing so well, slowing down ahead with perfect timing for each stop sign. it was a rare collectible ungaraged since '43. i stayed in my lane steady and straight then scrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppp. i had overcompensated my caution as to have plenty of room between the dividing lines so much that the entire passenger side swiped the residential hawthorn bushes freshly cut. i sat up in bed worrying about my insurance rates until dr phil started.