Sky Wars: Return of the Blog

I made it back to Falmouth with only major jetlag. Wait, what?

Yeah, I slept for 13 hours and I still feel like crap. I've got a lot to do today and I only have about an hour and change to do it so I can go to Duncan's birthday party. Jet lag itself isn't as bad as trying to get over jet lag. That's what kills you.

We're entering the very last week of living in our current house. I may be finalizing where I'll be living after that in a few days, which is good. What's bad is that just about everyone else has given up on keeping the common areas in order, meaning the kitchen. I'm going to say it's the lack of my American influence that has caused the mess because it makes me feel important here.

My trip from Gatwick to Falmouth was interesting in a couple of ways. First I was able to get an early train out of Gatwick. I pretty much went straight from Customs (a breeze, by the way) to the train station, hopped the next one going my way, twenty minutes tops. I was wondering if I forgot anything, it seemed too easy. I had to make a lot of train swtiches, but it wasn't so bad as I got into town two hours ahead of schedule - awesome! On one such train, I was next to a guy who claimed he invented the V chip in 1981 and sued someone in Texas for his cut. I was in awe, this is the kind of stuff I live for. I had to walk from the train to my house, which is more than half a mile up hill, but it had rained recently and it smelled like heaven from all the flowers in bloom, so I let it slide.

Okay, I need to go see exactly how poor I am and buy food, then put on body armor and choose a weapon so I can fight for my refrigerator space back. Later!