Straight into LA and straight into bed.
Must've been germs on that evil plane because I'm grounded and congested. Woman down.
Having a cold really %$#* with my sanity. It's like someone's thrown a camera gel over my point of view without asking and consequently I can't see/think/breathe properly. To top it off I'm not ill enough to claim total disability but just enough to make me useless and somewhat moody.
Ggrrr.
Sightseeing has been limited and catching up on tv/movies extensive. Still taking in the massive glory of my bed in much detail and loving the silence that happens when I switch off my electrical companions.
Got a great reply to my housesitting ad today from a fab woman in Austin and got excited for about 15 minutes till she told me there's no public transport where they are and therefor me staying there will be... well, pointless.
So:
Have one place to stay on the West coast (where I'm at now) and one place to stay on the East coast (with me cousin Jana) and a really really big hole in between.
Problem is there's still so much to see. And I want to see it all. Have started playing the lottery in an act of desperate defiance. Also sometimes those fun scratchy cards that we don't get in SA. So far no winnings but intend to keep playing till it *&%#$ happens.
(Forgive me Father, for I am on pills.)
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