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| "You see, we plan ahead, that way we don't do anything right now."
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| well, it looks like I'm headed to Beale AFB, CA (about 45 minutes north of Sacramento) when I'm done here in Italian, somewhere around the end of April.
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| Insomnia
Pronunciation: in-'säm-nE-&
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin, from insomnis sleepless, from in- + somnus sleep -- more at
SOMNOLENT
: prolonged and usually abnormal inability to obtain adequate sleep
- in·som·ni·ac /-nE-"ak/ adjective or noun
I forget if I posted this definition (from http://www.m-w.com) or not, and I realize that I complain
about my sleep schedule a lot. But...it sucks; consistently being up
for 25, 26 hours at a time or getting 2-3 hours of sleep. Who's seen
Fight Club? I feel like that guy. Okay, I'm really going to try to write about now...
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| "Remember, remember
The fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot
I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot."
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| So my day starts out at the crack of dawn with a taxi ride that takes me 20 euros in the wrong direction. Then another 27-28 euros in the right direction to the ferry leaving from Dublin for which I now have 15 minutes to get on. So after arguing with the driver for a while I finally pay up an even 40 euros and run to get onto the ferry in time. During the 3.5 hour voyage I spend about 3 of those hours trying to ignore/escape loud, misbehaving English/Irish kids who's parents are doing what I wish I was doing: sleeping. Another 3 hours by train from Wales back to my hostel in London (after waiting for 2 hours to get *on* the train of course). Get there, try to check in only to find out that my debit card doesn't want to cooperate. Fortunately I have enough cash to cover for my room but now no money to eat. At least I can get into my room, take a hot shower and get some sleep though right? Mmm...not quite. Upon entering my room I observe that not only are all of the beds are taken, but they are also are apparently all taken by females (which means I'm not supposed to be in there). So after talking with the management, talking with reception desk, talking with management some more, they decide the best course of action is to change the linens a bed and put me in that room anyways. Okay...? I'm pretty tired, and I'm not sure what else there is to do so I go along with their decision. So after that gets "sorted out" I'm just laying down when 2 of the 4 girls that are actually staying in that room come in. Awkward. Fortunately for me I am more than capable of handling situations like these: "uh, hi...um, I guess there's some kind of mix up (no crap) ...uh...I guess I'm in your bed...and, uh, hmm, well.." But the good thing is that a) I'm dressed, b) they're not drunk, c) they're American and speak English good, and d) they're understanding. Oh yeah, between all of this I'm on the phone with the bank trying to figure out what's going on with my debit card, only for them to tell me there's nothing they can do until Monday - which just happens to be the day I fly back to Italy where my bank is anyways. So, I finally get a room with a vacant bed only to find that the room is infested with cockroaches. Just kidding, I did get a decent place to sleep, but that would have kinda figured wouldn't it?
I want my mommy...
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