Coming Home
Well, this is my last full day in London. Tomorrow afternoon/evening I catch a train over to Frankfurt, where I spend the night either in the airport, or I see how much a hotel room in/near the airport costs. Or just get a hostel room overnight I guess, but if I can I wouldn't mind a proper bath before having to be travelling for 20 hours. Especially since I'm down to my last pair of socks. I should get home by about 23:30 on the 18th if my flight isn't delayed at all, but which point I will probably be a walking zombie since I don't sleep on planes and my body clock will be telling me it's 07:30 in the morning.
Friday I'm going to need to call Rogers and cancel my phone as I'm tired of them dicking me around and my contract is (finally) up. I will then be going and getting a new phone with Koodo and passing my phone number around to everyone I suppose. New numbers are a pain.
Honestly at this point I'm just looking forward to sleeping in my own bed with my own cats and being able to sleep without the sounds of partying or people coming in and out of the hostel room until 3am, anbd being able to just dump shit on the floor and not have to worry about it being stolen.
I'm tired.
Friday I'm going to need to call Rogers and cancel my phone as I'm tired of them dicking me around and my contract is (finally) up. I will then be going and getting a new phone with Koodo and passing my phone number around to everyone I suppose. New numbers are a pain.
Honestly at this point I'm just looking forward to sleeping in my own bed with my own cats and being able to sleep without the sounds of partying or people coming in and out of the hostel room until 3am, anbd being able to just dump shit on the floor and not have to worry about it being stolen.
I'm tired.