Woke up feeling a bit woozy and disoriented. Had a dream I threw a party at the wrong time and wondered why no-one came until I noticed it was two weeks too early. Oh well.
Felt a bit more organised as I did some work on sunday. Ready to face the chaos at the office.
Was strange leaving for england on a monday *and* during the day. First of all bf was awake and came to the airport, which made the whole affair seem like more of a dramatic event. Usually I just sneak out before 6am and we sort of miss all the going away drama. Anyways, him coming to the airport was nice, but also made me feel unusually sad.
Flight was absolutely packed, everyone returning from their easter break I presume. Had a pregnant woman next to me who drank 2 bottles (well airplane sized) of red wine and two whiskeys during the flight. I’m confused, I didn’t think pregnant women are supposed to do that. Reminded me that it’s Johanna’s birthday on tuesday.
Weather in England was quite humid and warm. Obviously it started to rain the minute I got off the plane, but still, it was quite nice and spring-like. Was very strange not having to go straight to work. Felt a bit disconnected, like the safety of my normal routine had been taken away from me. Still, was very nice just to get home and have a shower. Bf phoned in the evening and it made me wonder what we were doing in different countries. Like it always does.
Cold turkey for dinner. Absolutely fuck-all on TV.