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You figure, better go through the motions, before they go through you
I left the house at 6 am Thursday morning. I got back to St Andrews at noon on Friday. 26 straight hours of travelling.
It actually wasn't as bad as it could've been. I had 11 hours between flights in Newark, so I managed to find a bus that would take me into Manhattan. But Manhattan itself was a bit disappointing. I tried to see the Museum of Modern Art, but it charged like $14 for admission. The Museum of Design and Architecture, across the street, advertised a main exhibit on "Subversive Knitting and Radical Lace" (or something to that effect), but they, too, had prohibitively high admission charges. So mostly I just wandered around. I was dissappointed, at first, at the lack of street musicians and such, but I realised later that it was probably because I was there so early in the morning. I did see some awesome breakdancer/acrobat/clownish-basketball-types before I left, though.
The upshot of all this is that in 26 hours, I slept about 4, most in fragments and none of them consecutive. I usually sleep okay on planes, but the movie they showed (The Pursuit of Happyness) was actually worth watching, and the woman sitting beside me was really annoying. Her voice and mannerisms forcibly reminded me of Bruce Willis' girlfriend in Pulp Fiction. When I got back I intended to pack up my room then go out in the evening. Perhaps because I was already so tired (but more likely because I spent so much time goofing around online), packing my room took until 2 am. But instead of going to sleep, I went to a bonfire. Didn't leave until 7:30 am, so I just went to breakfast in the morning. By the time I went to bed that evening, I hadn't slept for more than an hour or so at a time in 60 hours. No wonder I slept until 3:30 pm yesterday. But then I couldn't sleep last night, was up until 4 am, and slept until nearly 1 pm today. Which is not really helpful when trying to find a job.
Nor is the fact that I still have a shroud of lethargy around me. I feel like I'm underwater. Everything takes twice as long as it seems like it should. I need to snap out of this, and soon. I just realised this entry is really boring. My apologies to those of you who read it.
It actually wasn't as bad as it could've been. I had 11 hours between flights in Newark, so I managed to find a bus that would take me into Manhattan. But Manhattan itself was a bit disappointing. I tried to see the Museum of Modern Art, but it charged like $14 for admission. The Museum of Design and Architecture, across the street, advertised a main exhibit on "Subversive Knitting and Radical Lace" (or something to that effect), but they, too, had prohibitively high admission charges. So mostly I just wandered around. I was dissappointed, at first, at the lack of street musicians and such, but I realised later that it was probably because I was there so early in the morning. I did see some awesome breakdancer/acrobat/clownish-basketball-types before I left, though.
The upshot of all this is that in 26 hours, I slept about 4, most in fragments and none of them consecutive. I usually sleep okay on planes, but the movie they showed (The Pursuit of Happyness) was actually worth watching, and the woman sitting beside me was really annoying. Her voice and mannerisms forcibly reminded me of Bruce Willis' girlfriend in Pulp Fiction. When I got back I intended to pack up my room then go out in the evening. Perhaps because I was already so tired (but more likely because I spent so much time goofing around online), packing my room took until 2 am. But instead of going to sleep, I went to a bonfire. Didn't leave until 7:30 am, so I just went to breakfast in the morning. By the time I went to bed that evening, I hadn't slept for more than an hour or so at a time in 60 hours. No wonder I slept until 3:30 pm yesterday. But then I couldn't sleep last night, was up until 4 am, and slept until nearly 1 pm today. Which is not really helpful when trying to find a job.
Nor is the fact that I still have a shroud of lethargy around me. I feel like I'm underwater. Everything takes twice as long as it seems like it should. I need to snap out of this, and soon. I just realised this entry is really boring. My apologies to those of you who read it.
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Jet lag and mourning -- it's understandable why you feel so lethargic, really.
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