Tinfoil on the Windows

Melbourne to London Was fine. London to NY was fine. NY to London was fine. Got off the plane, carried on as per usual. Got off the London to Melbourne flight. Felt fine. Stayed up drinking. Got 4 hours sleep. Carried on. Then got slammed.

I wonder what it is about Melbourne. Had no problem sleeping while I was away. Slept on wooden floors and was fine. Slept sitting up, slept in trucks. But here, in my own bed, insomnia. Unless it's 2pm in which case I'm almost KO before I know it.

Timing could be better. Need to sort a new house, movers, storage, trip to see family, London recruitment, get a job, finish a book and write a few articles... All before this house folds in 25 days. All on a credit card because I found out about this only 4 days before getting back.

Wishing I'd smuggled back a case of Irn Bru.

It'll work out, but it may mean I literally abandon or give away a lot of what I own. If it happens I'll post a list and people can go dibs on whatever appeals.

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I WAS KIDDING ABOUT THE NIPPLECLOWNS.

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PS: greetings from Cleveland airport.

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I think an 11-year-old boy genius just bought me a ticket to Finland. The US and Serbian sales of Nicholas and the Chronoporter pay out next year.

This is suddenly becoming a lot more real. Frickin' brilliant.

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