Safe and sound and jetlagged

So, I lied. There will be more than one more post to this blog. There is just so much to say and I don't want to just work on writing the Mother of All Blog Posts.

I'm back. I'm jetlagged (woke up at 5am...though, part of that was do to a cat licking my neck (and no, that isn't a metaphor for anything, it really happened)). It's weird to be back in the US. Very weird. So many people are incredibly fat and incredibly rude. I can already feel the culture shock waiting to rear its head once I go out and about in the city.

I wrote on my flights until my pen exploded, and left with with massive ink stains on my hands and the seat next to me (thankfully unoccupied). I don't quite know how I will divide what I've been writing about between this blog and the next, but it's coming. I promise.

I'm piggybacking on someone's wireless right now. I think it's my friend's immediate neighbor, but I'm not sure.

Back in the US less than 24 hours and I'm already breaking rules...