Posts Tagged ‘moving stateside’

The intersection of tired and restless is no place to find sleep. Which is another way of saying it’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m so thoroughly acclimatized to the American time zone that I’m back to being a night owl. Bugger fuck. I’m also the only person in the house who isn’t sick. Z [...]

Worst jetlag ever. Turns out the sushi was probably bad, too. The guys I went with both ended up with stomach issues, so my WEEK OF OUCH was not without company. I’m on antacids and omeprazole for the next week or two, and in the meantime I’ll whine a lot. But at least I probably [...]

new!flatmate Z is dying his hair for Transmarch, so I’m nabbing some internet time while he gets all blueified. It’s weird living with people again, but mostly in good ways. The place is pretty tiny (Z just bought a house, so we’ll be moving to much bigger digs in a month, but for now I’m [...]

[16] USA update #2

Posted: June 23, 2011 in general
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Things that have happened in the USA so far: SUNNY WEATHER. In Pacifica, land of fog. Except for yesterday it has been purely shorts and sun-headaches weather. I had to go buy a water bottle just to stop getting dehydrated. It’s a little on the pink side, but I plan to cover it in stickers. [...]

Quickie update. Flight got swapped to an earlier date (my dad’s the pilot, so when his schedule changed, mine did too), so I’m NOW IN SAN FRANCISCO. The weather is gorgeous, everything looks like a movie set, and the hills are brutal. I may have hamstringed myself just going out for coffee. (Dad and I [...]

[13] OMFG

Posted: June 15, 2011 in not actually gender stuff
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Current mental status: rollarcoastering wildly between ELATED DELIGHT and PANTS-WETTING FEAR. I am moving to the States NEXT MONDAY and I may need to put my head in a paper bag and hyperventilate for a week. I’ve been wanting to move to the insane Stars and Stripes side of the Atlantic since I was about [...]

I was talking to a friend on the phone today about a project we’re working on. DK: –so yeah, I think we could — fucking ow. Zeke: Uh, dude? DK: Ow. Sorry. You know when you need to walk to think? Zeke: Yeah? DK: And sometimes it helps to fiddle with something? Zeke: … okay. [...]