I am so tired. I was up at 5am Wednesday morning to take Alistair to the airport, and the flight was cancelled. After an hour or so of waiting in line and picking another flight I had to go to work and didn't get my needed extra sleep untill nightfall (what? I like naps) which made me achey and not emotionally awake enough to be sad the next morning when his flight actually did leave. I went to work. I thought i'd be sad about him leaving, but i am too tired to mourn. Also, I'm joining him in Melbourne for a week tomorrow night.
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