I must say, the last few days in Oz was a bit of torture. Cause I was stuck, couldn't go back, and couldn't go forward. Just sitting in Melbourne, not really having anything to do, not being able to go see Rhys, Olivia and Kristina or anyone else, it was just a stupid feeling. And at the same time being on the way home, but not there yet, just plain annoying.
But now I'm finally home. Sitting in the office, listening to Home by Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros and trying to figure out what in the world to do today.
It's just 8 a'clock in the morning, but I have been up for 1,5 hour. Jet lag is funny like that. I was exhausted yesterday, managed to stay awake until 9 PM, but after that I just crashed.
But now I need to do something.