That being said, I was thrilled with the fact that I got to hang out with my brother as much as I did. With our schedules and the time difference, it's fuckin' hard to get us on the phone at the same time. He'll be here in September though, and we'll be doing this town up solid.
I did manage some shut-eye on the plane for my 5-hour flight, but it kept getting interrupted by crying babies in the distance and announcements from the cockpit. The whole entire Thursday I ate some leftover Chinese food at around 6am, then ate nothing from then until I landed, when I got a slice of pizza at JFK International Airport at around 5:30pm EDT. About two hours later, I was home with my possessions, sleeping on my cot.
I got up yesterday with my back in utter agony. I knew, it was time to get a real fucking bed. First thing's first, though: I had some Entourage and some John From Cincinnati to catch up on (I missed about 3 or 4 episodes of each), and I was an idiot who didn't do laundry for free at home, so I had a load to do here. Then, I got my ass in the shower and back out on the street to the Matress Store. $140 after delivery and tax, I've got a twin matress on my floor. Bossanova.
Watched some Undeclared after that (cool half-hour comedy from the creator of Freaks & Geeks, 40 Year Old Virgin, Knocked Up), then met with Emily and my friend Celina who's in town from Pullman. I just had the one drink, then high-tailed it back here for more sleep. The new matress is glorious, I muss-say.
Oh! And this morning around 9am, I don't know what they were doing upstairs, but I woke up to these noxious fumes being sprayed down towards my window. Either they were painting, spraying pesticides, or trying to gas me in my sleep, but I was lucky to be alert enough to close the window.