Home, sort of
It's been a long day. It's 1:45am now and I basically just got here. Though my computer still thinks it's 10:45. My body doesn't know what to think. Just that it's tired and headachy. And hot!! I should not leave Southern Freaking California and fly who knows how many miles NORTH and have it get 20 degrees hotter. At midnight!
Where was I?
Oh yes. Long freaking day. In front of a 10 year old boy on the first leg. Squished in the middle of two 'passengers of squish-making size' on the second plane, which was late.
I'm finally at my parents' now. With half my luggage. And then, brilliant me, I left the little slip of paper about what to do about the lost luggage if they don't show up at the door tomorrow with it, in the other car. So I get to worry about my luggage, and worry about the slip of paper that is my only tie to my luggage as well.
So, long story short, I'm having my meltdown now, okay? I saved it up for the purpose.
There are not enough mood penguins to express my feelings on the subject.
Where was I?
Oh yes. Long freaking day. In front of a 10 year old boy on the first leg. Squished in the middle of two 'passengers of squish-making size' on the second plane, which was late.
I'm finally at my parents' now. With half my luggage. And then, brilliant me, I left the little slip of paper about what to do about the lost luggage if they don't show up at the door tomorrow with it, in the other car. So I get to worry about my luggage, and worry about the slip of paper that is my only tie to my luggage as well.
So, long story short, I'm having my meltdown now, okay? I saved it up for the purpose.
There are not enough mood penguins to express my feelings on the subject.