cry havoc

1. Last night someone must've been picking up the room service tray from outside my room -- around 3am -- but it sounded like someone was in the bathroom knocking stuff over. And then, pause, and knocking more stuff. Another pause, and more things hit the floor -- enough by that point I got up, put on my glasses, and went to see. Everything was fine. So I presume it was someone just being very clumy with the room service tray.

2. This morning around 6am, someone knocked on a door -- maybe across the hall, maybe next door. I recall distinctly waking up long enough to say, "unh-hunh, I'm getting up, sorry," and then realizing I wasn't home, CP wasn't reminding me it was 9am and an hour after I'd wanted to get up, but I didn't get back to sleep, not really. People kept knocking on doors all around me, I suppose delivering breakfast. Ended up getting up half-hour before alarm went off. Sigh.

3. zania has given me the long-distance fashion blessing on a single-breasted quasi-peacoat empire-banded knee-length black coat. It's one of those few times I wish I did have photography capability on the phone, just to take a picture and send to fashionista friends to say, "okay, does this look okay?" But at 40% off, it seems like a good investment... if I can figure out a way to squeeze it into my luggage. Hrm.

4. So tired. Ready to come home now.

also, #5: airplane rides can be cramped, uncomfortable, and generally annoying, but nothing makes them hell like being congested. My ears crackled with every swallow (once popping of their own accords, and I'd forgotton how painful that can be). I hate the crackling. Makes me feel like someone shoved a bundle of cellophane into each ear.

Duo broke two computers. So not surprised. Duo still alive. Damn it.