I'm not crazy, really.
Jan. 5th, 2008 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenNote to self: coffee, paracetamol and diazepam do not a healthy diet make. Oh, ye gods, I have a problem. (Mum said this as though it were profound. "I think you have a problem!"
"Yes," I said, "and when I'm asked how long I've had it, I can say, twenty years, eleven months, one week."
She conceded. There's a meme going round in which you're asked to specify if you'd been on a commercial airline before you were sixteen years old. I was on a long-haul flight before I was sixteen weeks old - immigrant parents, it happens - and apparently my insomniac brain then was as bad as it is now, my poor poor mother. Jet-lag's all very well, but there's only so much you can blame on it and I'm now sleep-deprived enough to be hallucinating.)
Anyway. Am back in Oxford in about twelve hours, have done no packing, hope very much not to be loopy when I arrive but doubt this. See y'all on the flipside.
"Yes," I said, "and when I'm asked how long I've had it, I can say, twenty years, eleven months, one week."
She conceded. There's a meme going round in which you're asked to specify if you'd been on a commercial airline before you were sixteen years old. I was on a long-haul flight before I was sixteen weeks old - immigrant parents, it happens - and apparently my insomniac brain then was as bad as it is now, my poor poor mother. Jet-lag's all very well, but there's only so much you can blame on it and I'm now sleep-deprived enough to be hallucinating.)
Anyway. Am back in Oxford in about twelve hours, have done no packing, hope very much not to be loopy when I arrive but doubt this. See y'all on the flipside.
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on 2008-01-05 08:15 pm (UTC)