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I'm back from England, by the way. Through the magic of crossing timezones I left England last... Thursday, really? Wow. And arrived back in Australia on Saturday. And haven't yet conquered jetlag. I've just been in a daze, unable to really cope with the weather, the sudden responsibility of feeding myself, and the resumption of anything approaching normal life. The only thing I do like is my own bed and my own pillow. Seriously, I've been asleep for about twenty of the last twenty-four hours (and it's currently 4pm). I know that last time it took me about a week to recover but this is beginning to get ridiculous. This morning I was up early, awake, showered and dressed to begin my day, and then I felt a little sleepy so I thought I might have a quick doze and now here I am. Where is my resolve, people? Where is my iron will? And will I ever be normal again?!