That was the longest 13 hours of my life. It was so long that it took 20 hours to get through those 13 hours. Or something. Because I just got back from travelling on PLANES you see?! And I left at 11:30am and arrived at 12:30ish am. BUT IN DIFFERENT TIMEZONES. THAT'S THE JOKE! GET IT?! I know I'm in a knee-punching frenzy over the intense and dizzying amusement I'm currently and was deriving from that astounding piece of wit. But yes. I am back now apparently and currently feel dizzy from flying in planes all day (I can't read text properly because my eyes keep bouncing all over the place with the... dizziness). Which was rather stressful for many reasons, one of which most definitely being that I had to say goodbye to my dear, loverly *pseudolonewolf that I own this morning or whenever it was...! So the journey back to the land of cans was ROTTEN. A ROTTEN, FESTERING, PARTIALLY GELATINOUS AND DEFINITELY MOULDY GOO.

I'm uh... probably not really happy in any way to be back though. I mean, I can use my computer now (and am probably typing really poorly (NOT THAT YOU CAN SEE BECAUSE I TRY TO CORRECT MY MISTAKES!@11) since I haven't typed anything for a month), but after feeling all lonely and EMPTY or something and distressed all day, I find it difficult to be particularly enthusiastic about it. I was sort of looking forward to getting back to my computer a few days or a week ago or something, really wanting to be able to uh... USE it like the object it is, but my day has been so stressful and distressing that I sort of internally cringed when I entered my bedroom for the first time in ages, knowing that I'm going to be spending much of my time in here instead of in the arms of a bearded, turquoise dragon. Tchsk.

Bah. This isn't going to have my regular journal CSS since my subscription ran out while I was away and I'm going to have to wait a few days for it to uh... re-activate now.