uh, I jetted your mom’s lag
Oh yes, I’m back safe and sound and wrapped in fuzzy and cursing at msn and trying to remember American keyboards again. It’s good. Jet lag is not so good, as I’m getting grumpy at unexpected hours and still don’t know when I should be hungry, but on the other hand I went to the dentist this afternoon and had no cavities. I’m so gosh-darned proud of myself.
Right. My fingers are too cold to type effectively, and I’m tired, and there are muffins upstairs. We all deserve a short and crappy entry every once in a while, eh?