In London!
Jan. 3rd, 2006 01:31 amI have arrived.
I am tired as hell.
My comp clock says it is 1:32am, and it is still set in Aussie time. It's 2:32pm here, though, and my body still most definitely thinks its 1am. *pokes body*
I feel odd, being so far away from my family. It's probably the jetlag. I keep being torn between grinning like and idiot and wanting to cry. Weirdness. I should be putting this on
quillsabroad but I only have an hour on here and I can't be bothered logging out and back in and all that crap.
I think I might get some food into me and then go and crash, and sod the advice given to me by the travel agent.
Or maybe I'll have food, then come back to my room and type up the porn I wrote on the plane, because Educating Rita is a step closer to being finished, then. And read a bit more of HBP. And THEN crash. That might pass a few more hours.
The flight was good, once it got off the fucking ground. It was 45 degrees in Sydney, hottest new years day since 1930 or something (of COURSE) and all the luggage belts at Sydney airport broke. Probably melted, or something.
But anyway. I watched "40 Year Old Virgin" and "Just Like Heaven" - the former was better, and it had a woman in it who reminded me a lot of Mary McDonnell, except it wasn't her. She was beautiful tho, yo.
Blergh. Off to read some flist until my hour expires.
I am tired as hell.
My comp clock says it is 1:32am, and it is still set in Aussie time. It's 2:32pm here, though, and my body still most definitely thinks its 1am. *pokes body*
I feel odd, being so far away from my family. It's probably the jetlag. I keep being torn between grinning like and idiot and wanting to cry. Weirdness. I should be putting this on
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I think I might get some food into me and then go and crash, and sod the advice given to me by the travel agent.
Or maybe I'll have food, then come back to my room and type up the porn I wrote on the plane, because Educating Rita is a step closer to being finished, then. And read a bit more of HBP. And THEN crash. That might pass a few more hours.
The flight was good, once it got off the fucking ground. It was 45 degrees in Sydney, hottest new years day since 1930 or something (of COURSE) and all the luggage belts at Sydney airport broke. Probably melted, or something.
But anyway. I watched "40 Year Old Virgin" and "Just Like Heaven" - the former was better, and it had a woman in it who reminded me a lot of Mary McDonnell, except it wasn't her. She was beautiful tho, yo.
Blergh. Off to read some flist until my hour expires.