How am I so exhausted when it's only 11pm in California, which is 1am in Iowa, which is earlier than I've gone to bed at any point in the last two weeks? Perhaps it's because I haven't had any caffeine in the past nine hours, whereas in Iowa I live on iced tea until midnight...
Hmm, I think I just answered my own question. sssanyway, I am back in California (obvi), after a mostly uneventful trip. I woke up this morning at eight (another reason why I'm probably tired), showered, finished packing, and had breakfast with the parents (sausages, a fried egg, a bit of bacon, my last slice of gluten-free bread, and, oddly, a few potato chips with the french onion dip that I can only get in Iowa). Then, they took me to Des Moines, escorted me into the airport, and we went through our usual goodbye waving ritual at the escalator before I disappeared into the bowels of the airport. My flight to Denver was awesome; it landed early, and more importantly I got upgraded to first class, where I was quite comfy as I worked on Nick and Ellie for a couple of hours. The woman next to me kept clearing her throat/making odd mouth noises the entire time, which got a bit tiresome, but I thought it was preferable to screaming children...
...and then, on my flight to SFO, there were two screaming children right behind me, one of whom occasionally kicked my seat. UGH. And I was in economy (not even economy plus) with the peasants, so double ugh. And forty minutes before landing, I made the mistake of asking the woman next to me if she wanted out (since she was making gestures like she wanted to), and instead got trapped into a long conversation with her(can you call it a conversation if you're just making one-word interruptions in a monologue?). I actually had quite a bit of sympathy for her while hearing her life story, but there came a point where my neck hurt and I was starting to feel nauseous from not facing straight ahead, and you can only listen to someone's unrelenting tale of woe so long before you want to put them out of their misery.
Yes, I'm a horrible person, but we all know that, so moving on. I got home, unpacked, did a load of laundry, washed dishes and ran the dishwasher, took a shower, ordered a pizza (gluten free), and watched an episode of Project Runway. And now, I'm desperate for sleep, so I'm going to go to bed, and hope that tomorrow is both productive and less full of odd strangers. Goodnight!
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