Dress was a hit last night, if underappreciated. I kept my coat on the entire time due to frigid northeastern Ohio temperature.
Date left time for only 5 hours of sleep, 1 hour on the treadmill, and 2 hours of what felt like remedial packing for dummies.
Eight hours later I am back in Vegas.
Tired.
Dehydrated.
Annoyed that I was forced to eat a hamburger on the plane in vague, misguided attempt to block out the crying baby sitting behind me.
Annoyed that my bedroom was turned upside down today for the new carpet and not turned right side up.
Annoyed that I paid a $40 fee to check two bags. Since when is luggage optional when traveling?
Depressed that I have no more valid reasons to eat Christmas cookies.
Depressed that school is back in session in 32 hours.
Very depressed, actually.
And don't even get me started on the sad goodbye I made at the airport today. It seems as though my chronic wanderlust* is morphing into... what is the word? Homelust*?
eLLe speLLs wanderlust: noun, sounds like wonder lust--German word for the irresistibly strong desire to wander.
Homelust: my own coinage. I'm sure you can figure it out.
Tomorrow--I really am going to get to that B list.
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