And so here I am back in Spokane.
I just got back from having The Best Pizza on Earth, but even that wasn't enough to compensate for the crappy 3-hour drive over. Or the balls-slow internet here at my hotel (seriously, my iPhone is faster than this). The only thing that keeps me from going postal is that the shitty internet is free. Because there's nothing worse than having to pay for shitty internet.
Except maybe having no internet at all.
Though, if I didn't have internet, then at least I would have a decent excuse for not answering all the emails overflowing from my inbox. Instead, I have no excuse except to say that I am thoroughly exhausted.
That really should be enough, but the guilt lingers.
Oh well.
Guess it's time to get back to planning some much-needed life changes.
Sadly, none of which involve my becoming an astronaut. I said "much-needed" not "much wanted."
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Guilt is a wasted emotion…easier said than done, I know.
I hope whatever you decide to do makes you happy. 🙂
I’d say exhaustion is a good excuse for anything. Get some rest…anyone who matters will understand.
Can’t you just pretend that you don’t have internet access?
Sigh. I miss playing pretend.
I hope you get a reprieve soon. Just reading about your schedule exhausts me. Hope you’ll be in Seattle someday soon so we can go to the yummy crepe place!
I have easily discovered that my iPhone is faster than my laptop.
You would make an awesome astronaut though.
What’s that? You want me to send you some emails?! I’ll get right on that! 😉
Mate, get some rest. And some alcohol. NASA love trainee astronauts hitting the sauce.
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time.
Dude. If you were an astronaut? I would so totally build you an altar and sacrifice chocolate pudding cups to you every. day.