home!
Home!
exhausted.
the flight was really full, I was stuck in a middle seat in between two hefty dudes, the one on my right was old and obese and he kept scratching his balls and shoving his ham arms into my area. well, to be fair he couldn't help it, so he wasn't really actively trying to squash me. poor guy.
anyway, I survived. and I'm home. and my room is a disaster. Last time I was in my room, I was panicking, slightly hungover, printing practice tests and application outlines and notes I wanted to refer to during my interview. Now I'm exhausted and I can't even face the piles of mess that have taken over my capsule. So I'm going to sleep.
not going to work tonight. fuck that. I'll call my boss in half an hour, if I don't pass out before then.
I got my hair cut. how come every time I go back to America, I come back with a hair disaster? it's a weird hairdo. but it'll look alright in a month or so. not sure what I'm going to do until then. And quite frankly, at the moment I don't care. I don't care about anything except sleep.
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welcome HOME!! ;)
are u really living in the capsule hotel? how do u have desk and printer too?
but I caught up on my rest it looks like!
Phew.
I hope you manage to make up on the penalty. I think your boss should be a little more lenient on you considering you were sat next to Mr Pocket Billiards for an entire flight. That's penalty enough in my book.
Glad you caught up on your rest. I'm 5 months into being a dad and I don't think there's ever going to be a catch up - not until he leaves home anyway ;)
at least that's how it is with my friends in the family way. Which at my age, is basically all of them.
I look forward to that day with increasing apprehension. I've grown quite attached to my collection of gadgets, gizmos and AV equipment, and I'd much prefer not to have it dribbled on, puked on or stuffed with sandwiches...
I hope because your friends are all in the family way that you're not feeling any pressure to do so - such a thing happens only when YOU are ready for it. Hehe, you'd think I knew what I was talking about! ^_^