the problem with going on a psycho-whirlwind holiday of three countries in ten days is that you need a vacation when you get back (i guess it works out that i'm unemployed anyway). i've yet to conquer my jet lag... combined with the fact that i got sick on like the second day there, i'm still fighting whatever illness it is that i have and am running on zero energy. i was ready for bed at nine, and if i didn't feel like i've got other stuff to do (like laundry), i'd probably be tucked in my cozy bed about now.