Today I am a lot less high on anxiety pills, and a lot more high on jetlag. I messed up. You're not supposed to take a nap when you land in EuropA
It was a great wakeup and refreshing thing to do, although when I think about it, it sounds like a crazy dream. "Hey, I had this wacky dream where I went to Manchester, met my friend Kirsty, and then we went swimming at this public pool where I got to swim in the fast lane." Oh yeah, like how I slipped in that part about being in the "fast lane?" Well, it's true. Makes me feel better about always being relegated to the slowest of the slow ... Lane 8 ... during swim team practice as a kid.
I was feeling pretty good about myself, when I decided I'd "just lie down for a minute." Then I snuck my eyeshades on. Then it was 4:30, and I'd foiled my plans.
Swim tired. It never fails.
It's 11:00 here, and I'm going to crash now. I'm meeting DC at the airport in the morning, so I can watch him try to make it through his first day in the UK. Maybe I'll take him swimming...
Meals for today*: Bowl of Fruit. Fresh vegetable salad. Some sort of squash soup. Macrobioirsty through the streets of Manchester as we walked to a natatorium near the University. It was glorious, jumping into that water. I swam about a half mile before deciding I didn't want to get super-swim-tired, and I felt wonderful as I headed over to the bubbly spa pool.
It was a great wakeup and refreshing thing to do, although when I think about it, it sounds like a crazy dream. "Hey, I had this wacky dream where I went to Manchester, met my friend Kirsty, and then we went swimming at this public pool where I got to swim in the fast lane." Oh yeah, like how I slipped in that part about being in the "fast lane?" Well, it's true. Makes me feel better about always being relegated to the slowest of the slow ... Lane 8 ... during swim team practice as a kid.
I was feeling pretty good about myself, when I decided I'd "just lie down for a minute." Then I snuck my eyeshades on. Then it was 4:30, and I'd foiled my plans.
Swim tired. It never fails.
It's 11:00 here, and I'm going to crash now. I'm meeting DC at the airport in the morning, so I can watch him try to make it through his first day in the UK. Maybe I'll take him swimming...
Meals for today*: Bowl of Fruit. Fresh vegetable salad. Some sort of squash soup. Macrobiotic ginger stir-fry. Piece of french chocolate. Piece of Swiss pretzel candy. Chamomile tea.
*All prepared by my gracious host, and what will indubitably be the most nutritious meals of the tour.
It was a great wakeup and refreshing thing to do, although when I think about it, it sounds like a crazy dream. "Hey, I had this wacky dream where I went to Manchester, met my friend Kirsty, and then we went swimming at this public pool where I got to swim in the fast lane." Oh yeah, like how I slipped in that part about being in the "fast lane?" Well, it's true. Makes me feel better about always being relegated to the slowest of the slow ... Lane 8 ... during swim team practice as a kid.
I was feeling pretty good about myself, when I decided I'd "just lie down for a minute." Then I snuck my eyeshades on. Then it was 4:30, and I'd foiled my plans.
Swim tired. It never fails.
It's 11:00 here, and I'm going to crash now. I'm meeting DC at the airport in the morning, so I can watch him try to make it through his first day in the UK. Maybe I'll take him swimming...
Meals for today*: Bowl of Fruit. Fresh vegetable salad. Some sort of squash soup. Macrobioirsty through the streets of Manchester as we walked to a natatorium near the University. It was glorious, jumping into that water. I swam about a half mile before deciding I didn't want to get super-swim-tired, and I felt wonderful as I headed over to the bubbly spa pool.
It was a great wakeup and refreshing thing to do, although when I think about it, it sounds like a crazy dream. "Hey, I had this wacky dream where I went to Manchester, met my friend Kirsty, and then we went swimming at this public pool where I got to swim in the fast lane." Oh yeah, like how I slipped in that part about being in the "fast lane?" Well, it's true. Makes me feel better about always being relegated to the slowest of the slow ... Lane 8 ... during swim team practice as a kid.
I was feeling pretty good about myself, when I decided I'd "just lie down for a minute." Then I snuck my eyeshades on. Then it was 4:30, and I'd foiled my plans.
Swim tired. It never fails.
It's 11:00 here, and I'm going to crash now. I'm meeting DC at the airport in the morning, so I can watch him try to make it through his first day in the UK. Maybe I'll take him swimming...
Meals for today*: Bowl of Fruit. Fresh vegetable salad. Some sort of squash soup. Macrobiotic ginger stir-fry. Piece of french chocolate. Piece of Swiss pretzel candy. Chamomile tea.
*All prepared by my gracious host, and what will indubitably be the most nutritious meals of the tour.
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My comment dreamed you went to Manchester and bubbly pool served you macrobiotic sleep shade and you drifted off. You awoke to find my comment staring at you like you'd been asleep for hours. Your fast lane self mocked my comment in preparation to point and laugh at your friend who would be accompanying you the next day and who would surely be as confused as you had been.
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