There is really not a “right” way to whine about coming home from days and days of time off. There just isn’t, and believe you me, I would have found them if they existed. I would have found them and used them on my coworkers, friends and classmates today because duuuuuuuude, coming home bites. It is cold. I am tired. I have work. I have school work. I have email, lordie, the email. I have an extra four pounds. I have well, other things I’m not comfortable talking about on the internet but suffice to say the only things in my fridge were baby carrots, snap peas and moldy turkey bacon. Try to make a meal out of that and come out quietly. Just saying.
Duuuuuuuuude, this is tough. I want to download pictures and write about my shark tales. Yes, shark. I would not kid about this. I want to relive it all so I know it wasn’t just a dream. But no, I have to be responsible and read four chapters and post a discussion review by Thursday. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad but also? My body is still three hours ahead of schedule. So right now I feel like it’s after 10:00 at night and when I woke up this morning at 3:30 it was just plain rude. There were no confused roosters crowing. There were no bananaquits chirping outside the window. There was no slight, reassuring murr of a ceiling fan. None of that. It was just cold and dark. Duuuuuuuuuude.
Obviously, taking this well is not an option. I have to do all this homework now and get back into a running schedule (hello, Relay, one month away!) and probably another fifty things I can’t think of right now because my brain has not yet been at six thousand feet for a full twenty-four hours. It must be because it’s Monday. Tomorrow will be better. I will not hear the word “tiki” in my head for no apparent reason, right? I will be able to be around people again without driving them crazy talking about how I’m both freezing solid and yet flaking away in the dry air simultaneously. Please, it has to get better.
And, as a totally ridiculous and unexplainable side note: I have been having dreams about someone being pregnant. I’m not sure who, but someone is. Definitely. (And stop, it’s not me.) So if it’s you, congratulations. I will let you know when I find out who is because for some freak reason, I am never wrong about these feelings. It is a gift, I know. Some people can sing like angels and I got the You Are Pregnant premonition. Sweet.
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it’s not me.
lord, please don’t let it be me.
coming home from vacation blows. i’m sorry you’re having to deal with that reality!
You need a vacation or something, to ease back into coming off vacation. If it makes you feel better, you can show us all the photos you want and tell us the shark stories as many times as you want. We’ll eat it up.
And, it’s not me.
Coming home from vacation is always hard times. And I’m sure it’s not me.
Aww I totally hear you! I hate getting into the groove of things after a holiday … it totally sucks!
(I know its not me!!!)
Can’t wait to live vicariously through the pictures because despite some sun here my day is certainly not made up of sharks, banquitas, or fruitty rum drinks!
Oh please, please, please, don’t be thinking pregnancy thoughts towards me. I was at Macy’s on Sunday and winter coats were by maternity and I was just praying it wasn’t contagious (I almost stopped drinking water at one place I worked cause it seemed everyone was pregnant)!!
It will come around. I would not want to come back to the cold either!
Welcome back to blog home and hopefully I get to see you in one of those pics you gonna post.
And oh, its definitely not me cuz I am just a Duuuuuuuuuude
It’s The WIfey. Don’t worry, everyone dreams about her in one wayor another. She has that affect.
Glad your back. Heh.
Sharks! Woah, this could get interesting! Can’t wait to hear about that! Welcome back. Me, I usually have to take a vacation from my vacation, like someone above suggested haha
I hate coming back from vacation too. Course, I am one of those weird people that after 5 days, I’m usually ready to come home. Maybe I just haven’t found anywhere I like better than home yet?
Bring on the vacation pictures.
And no, it definitely can’t be me.. but I did have one of those premonition pregancy dreams one time.. which turned out to be almost exactly when my nephew was conceived.
Keep alert.. the truth will out.
Continuing best wishes for your reentry.
Gosh, I hope it’s not me!
I feel for you really I do, but where’s the shark story? Forget the other stuff – we’re waiting to hear all about it!
Welcome home by the way…