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Flying sucks. Crap flight home. More later.

I was watching Big Brother live earlier, and I know it's sad - but I felt so badly for Elizabeth. I don't know what's happenned between her and (Paul?) over the last two weeks but she really looked as if she was missing him. I know only too well how she feels, and it was interesting watching it, finding myself thinking "Yeah, I'm right with you babe." when I have no idea.

Anyhow, I'm getting round to writing stuff about my holiday, I'm just finding it hard to do anything right now, felt like death. Explanation following is quoted from my Mono Diary

I had a couple of drinks at the "Brooklyn Beer Garden" in the airport, because the flight was delayed from 11:00 to 12:30 or so. Fun. Yeah, so I got on the plane, the plane took off, and the next thing I remember is being sick horribly. Not just once, several times. *sighs* I was so embarassed. In fact I don't think that comes close.

So I spent the rest of the flight in a Virgin "Sleep Suit" (hey, I was in no state to take notice of my clothes) and fast asleep. Apparantly I looked like death - and I felt worse - but made it without any major disasters to London. At which point I find I've missed my connection, and have to arrange another flight to Glasgow...

I'm listening (As you can see) to the Dave Matthews Band - a band that Melissa got me into the last time I saw her. It's all her fault ;-) So, this is memory city, and I'm all really emotional and stuff, and I could do with sitting down and sobbing in someone's lap for a while - but it's probably just because I'm so idiotically tired.

Argh I don't know if that sentence makes any sense or not.....