I am currently in the airport. I left Melbourne 30 hours ago, but somehow it’s still the same day.
And, it’s been over two days (maybe? I think?) since I did that whole “getting sleep” thing.
I can’t sleep on planes, and I don’t get to sleep in an airport, or I’d probably sleep through my flight boarding.
Travel, friends. Time zones.
But really I feel like I’m stuck in some unending, time-looping episode of a sci-fi show. But at least it’s warm here. No more doubling up on socks! No more sleeping in hats! No more putting down roots in front of the heater! I can just go outside, because it’s *JULY*, and to the Northern hemisphere, that means *summer*.
Anyway, I’ve turned to my constant friend, the music video as an anti-sleep aid..
Which I will now inflict upon you. Because you’re reading this blog.
(This is the best version, because this is the one where the dude rips his shirt open at the end.)