The best way to prepare for and endure any long distance flight is to get thoroughly rat-arsed. So drunk that you sweat and deep thrombose your way through the flight in a semi-conscious state. Think of yourself as beef jerky at 30,000 feet. When you land at your destination, simply add water and stir. Bam. You’re back.
I didn’t drink this time. I am all out of whack. I’m caught in a trap. No, no, hang on, I’m not lost in music. I’m lost in my head. All I can do is eat pie and type feverishly. Bleaugh.