Well I'm back and it really doesn't feel like I've gone.
What has changed... The Eagle Snack Bar has a new coat of paint, ah, its a lot colder, erm, and ah, oh yeah, Gibbo has put on 5 million kilos. This bloke used to run world records for fun, now I'm afraid he might challenge me for my McChicken record - I have no doubt he will take this down to China Town and half it at least! I love Gibbo tho, the boys, the ladies... You get it.
Well, to think this time last week I was getting ready to come home, how time flies. And on to the point of this Blog - Jet Lag. Didn't get me on the way over, but coming home, bloody hell Norelle. I am still stuffed now I can't seem to catch up on my sleep. I can either not get to sleep, or can't wake up.
Friday night had a quiet little BBQ, and one of those golden nights whereby you keep drinking and drinking... and drinking until the sun comes up. And I felt ok, until about 4 in the afternoon when i bombed out, and couldn't wake up for 14 hours straight. OK so maybe this didn't help. But Jet Lag, surely thy can make something that gets you there or back and around or whatever in half the time or without half the bloody shit that goes along with it. Thats my beef. Maybe I should make planes or something. At least make them faster or a little quiter. Or maybe a shy little jab from a bloody Frenchman, ala me old mate Zidane?
Surely couldn't be that bloody hard, could it?
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