In work. Discovered that a double load of work is the best cure for jetlag--I had close to none because my days were caffeinated and adrenalined, and my nights were way too short but therefore instantly adjusted to the usual sleep in the early AM and get up several hours later type of schedule.
Still struggling through everything on my plate and have almost weeped several times due to extreme panic and stress. But welcome back, me, I can tell my absence was felt ;)
Irrelevantly, I am so parched but this cycle keeps repeating:
I fill my glass and gulp --> I turn to my work --> Poka gulps from my glass --> I have to get up and rinse it --> Repeat x 5 so far.
Laters. Updates when I've resurfaced for air!
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett