I woke up at 9:45 today. Record: First time I woke up this late in the whole entire year.
And now realizing the things I have to face, I just want to burrow back into my bed (unmade, atypical of me) and sleep till ... till what happens exactly?
The truth is I don't know.
Sometimes the hardest part of an overseas trip is the coming back- the laundry, the settling of things undone in your absence, the loss of anonymity. I've let myself go, I know.
Got to reconfigure the structure in my life.
(I'll probably be fine tomorrow)
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