Okay, I'm home. I had a shower and ate some cow and slept on my new futon mattress. I went to bed at 8:30 and woke up at 4:30 which is exactly what I hope to do in the coming weeks for work so that's a really good sign. I have a lot of unpleasant things to say about my trip, but I don't think I'll bother to go into it right now. Except to say that Jet Airways could not manage to fly a piece of fuck towards a pile of fuck magnets on time for the big fucking conference, and all of Brussles now knows that I was not wearing matching bra and pannies yesterday. Hey, thanks security. You rock my Casbah.
