Honestly, my body doesn't know what to think. Technically, in about two hours, I will have been up for 24. And yet, since I spent the lions' share of today on a plane, it just doesn't feel that way. Although, I've also consumed an awful lot of coffee and chocolate, so I might just be chemically induced...
I really do hate these quick trips abroad. I mean, don't get me wrong, any trip to London is a good trip to London. When oh when will the Universe figure out I really REALLY really REALLY want to live in the UK? But, flying in at 1 am Monday night, leaving 5 pm Friday night and three full dayys of meetings isn't exactly conducive to the site seeing or culture getting.
Ironic, of course, that by being in London I missed the pre-order Moz tickets for the House of Blues in Boston. RANDOM.
All in all it was a really good meeting. The world is a scary place right now, but I truly think my group has its shit together. I have a few concerns over personality confilcts - details at 11 - and a few other things. But, I think all in all, my role is secure, our group is secure and things are good.
I guess the two biggest things that drive me crazy are how much I've been travelling - because reallyhonestlytruly its not that much fun unless you have the time and money to extend it into a personal holiday and, right now,who does?!? - and, of course, how little time is left for my own sightseeing or enjoyment; depiste Rabby Burn's best laid plans...
So, that takes me to 12:27 AM est - which means 5:27 GMT, which means I've been up almost 24 hours (alarm went off at 6:50 am GMT).I should want to go to bed. But my body is all wonky.
Have I mentioned that I really hat jet lag?