Jet Lag
Well, I’m home. I’m abso-fricken-lutely-tired, my body is sore, my brain is fried, my wallet (and bank account) is empty, my entire everything hurts. But I’m home. And I got to see my baby, who I missed and who missed me (and yet still acts surprisingly “two” — just enough to drive me crazy). Give me the weekend to get some drawings scanned, to figure out how to transfer all my Zaurus sketches over, to dump my digital photos, to steal some of Jamey and Megan’s photos and make them my own, to come back to the land of the living, and, in all probability, get horribly sick (don’t know how I managed to survive a week without getting sick… it’s unheard of for me… I must still be pumping the adrenaline and stress… I’m bound to crash soon, and my immune system with it…)