I'm home. I'm tired. I'm fuzzy.Yesterday, I woke up in China at 4:30 AM. Twenty-seven hours later (26 of which I was awake for; I didn't want to miss any of the discomfort of airplane seats...) I was in my own bed. Bliss! I fell asleep at 7:30 PM, fully expecting to sleep through until morning. Not so. I awoke at 1:00 AM. Wide awake. Get-up-and-do-stuff awake.
I'm hungry, but I don't know whether to eat breakfast or dinner. (If I were still in China it wouldn't matter, I'd just eat some rice and eggs).
Even though I am home, I will continue to post to the blog for a while longer, so keep checking it. I'll add photos and tell you a few more stories.
Not today, though. Today I am boring.
