My brain was in check-list mode today.
1. Wake up
2. Pack everything
3. Get to airport
4. Get on plane to Amsterdam
5. Get on plane to Atlanta
6. Survive the trip home
7. Hug Jared
8. Go to sleep for the next 8 years.
Fortunately, everything on my list went perfect until the last one... but we'll talk about that later. After going through the motions of the day, we got on our final leg to Atlanta. The little old man next to me on the plane was yelling about his treatment while going through security, and wouldn't quiet down. Eventually, the pilot came and made him leave the plane. All of that because they made him take his belt off...
8.5 hour flight. Movies, books, music... no sleep. I didn't think that was such a big deal; I mean, I'll sleep when I get home, right? Wrong. I slept all of 3 hours the first night home. Even that wouldn't have bothered me... but apparently, in my worn down state, I caught the strep virus from someone. First day of classes, 8-4:45, and I have strep. That, my friends, is why this blog is coming to you so late after my arrival back in the states.
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