so… AWAKE

My Dad could not get over the fact that I “went back in time” as I travelled back home. When he picked me up from the airport last night (or a few hours ago), he kept asking me how I liked ‘time-travel’. Silly old man. He made the same joke when we came back from our trip to Australia last year.

I had a pleasant flight though, no screaming babies or obnoxious children to annoy me… One would think I would have taken the opportunity to take a nap, but instead I was making notes for my novel. I was so productive on that plane, I should have been proud.

But now I can’t sleep – it’s what, ten in the morning in London right now? – even though I haven’t closed my eyes in almost two days. I don’t even want to sleep, but I’m fidgety and want to do something… I just don’t know what. All I do know is that I don’t want to read a book (although, there is a nice one sitting on my bedside table right now…), I don’t want to draw, and to go downstairs to turn on the TV/playstation/XBox/Wii would take too much effort. I have yet to finish that Zelda game though…

Yeah, I may be wide awake and all jet-laggy, but that doesn’t mean I’m not lazy. So I think I’m just going to sit right here, kitties keeping me company (they missed me), and playing with iTunes until maybe, just maybe I start to get sleepy.