deathpixie | Signs of life

Like a leviathan, rising from the depths, I dragged my sorry butt out of bed this morning and staggered off to Old City Hall to pick up Yet Another Jail Order. In the slush. *grfs* However, I'm here at work and it's toasty warm and I've finally eaten for the first time since 2 pm yesterday. Soon there will be tea.

Never speak to me of Kansas City International Airport again.

We finally got our plane at around 9:15 pm. I'm not entirely sure, being completely and utterly trashed by that point. I passed out before the safety talk ended and didn't fully wake up until we got off the plane in Toronto at midnight-ish. Dex left me at the corner to go to the Griffin, I stumbled home, dumped Leonard, checked in online and then fell into a coma on my nice, comfortable, non-squishy pillowed bed. Work late-ish this morning, but managed to write off the delay as me having to go pick up that order.

However, I did have a very good time, and it was great to see folks. Much laughing throughout the weekend, which is always of the good.

This week's going to be a little crazy, tho' - Band Night tonight (not to self, nap when you get home!), counselling appointment Wednesday, nothing on Thursday yet, another medical appointment and possibly drinks with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] on Friday. I may hermit this upcoming weekend, just to give myself a breather. And there will definitely be some cutting back on the boozing - after yesterday's effort, I'm feeling the need.