The day started with a headache, the kind you get when you don't get your caffiene, which later turned into a stomach ache. After spending about 3 hours dry heaving I ended up in bed with the cold sweats, feaver, and the shakes. Delirious, I check over and over to see if FI was back up, but it wasn't. I called my internet guy to see if he had any FI, but he said all he could do was get me some help for my condition, not feed it. My friends stopped by to tell me there are better, cleaner, safer ways to get the feeling FI gives me, but I don't believe them. They dont understand how much I love FI, and how much FI loves me.
I began to think I would never find FI again. So I called Carol to see if maybe there was some open time. I thought, maybe I'll swap aircraft with Ty or Fletch, and they could jot something down on a c-fold for me. But there was no open time. Just as I was about to give up and throw myself under a catering truck, there it was. FI was back up, the shakes stopped, the headache went away, all was right with the wold once again.