It was about five o'clock am when my sister walked in on me. I said hello. She screamed. It seems that while I was in far away Europe, she had been sleeping in my room. In her sleep-induced stupor she couldn't remember I was home. Before crawling away back to her own room, she lay on the floor and recovered from her trauma. The only reason I was awake at such an hour was that I'm still running on England time: there it was 10am.
But now I'm back and still running under jetlag. Saw X-Men. It was alright, but in the end flawed.
Why the hell am I writing this? No one really cares what I did today.
Thanks to Segnbora-t for the postcard. One's on the way back.