Back in NYC.
Well, a day of traveling wasn't too painful a punishment for missing my fucking flight. It actually was pretty easy, if long. Wait at the Amsterdam airport until 2, fly to Boston, wait for fucking ever for my luggage to come up in Logan, take a fucking cab from Logan to South Station because i couldn't find the motherfucking Silver Line, Greyhound to NYC, brief stint of unpacking, quick shower, cab up to upper east side to friends' house (at 11 mind you, having been up since 8:30 Europe time, 2:30 am east coast time) where i'll be dog-sitting for the next week, stay up to 2:30 hanging out and chatting with friends. Needless to say, tired. But lo, what is this? Jetlag is real! It is 9:30 the morning after, and i'm wide awake. Life. Could be worse, though. At least i have hide speed internet for a week, and a really fucking big tv.
Well, a day of traveling wasn't too painful a punishment for missing my fucking flight. It actually was pretty easy, if long. Wait at the Amsterdam airport until 2, fly to Boston, wait for fucking ever for my luggage to come up in Logan, take a fucking cab from Logan to South Station because i couldn't find the motherfucking Silver Line, Greyhound to NYC, brief stint of unpacking, quick shower, cab up to upper east side to friends' house (at 11 mind you, having been up since 8:30 Europe time, 2:30 am east coast time) where i'll be dog-sitting for the next week, stay up to 2:30 hanging out and chatting with friends. Needless to say, tired. But lo, what is this? Jetlag is real! It is 9:30 the morning after, and i'm wide awake. Life. Could be worse, though. At least i have hide speed internet for a week, and a really fucking big tv.