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Survived flight home. Fairly uneventful except for the fact that it left an hour and a quarter late due to the fact that at the boarding lounge all passengers (having already gone through metal detectors and having their carryons x-rayed) had to be patted down and have their carryons searched. I should note that I was not very impressed with the lady who searched mine; I had my backpack tucked into a duffel bag with some books, as Heathrow is stupid and their security only allows you one carry-on item. But I digress, and the lady didn't even pull out the backpack to check in its five compartments.
Watched four and a half movies on the flight. Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs was actually much better than its trailer had led me to believe. Zombieland was fun, though I was probably at an advantage watching it on a tiny screen since I don't like gore. Star Trek was, well, good, of course. X-Men: Wolverine was not as good as the first two but worlds away better than the third film in the series. (Hard not to be.) And I watched Up for the rest of the flight until they turned the entertainment off.
Came home and found cats alive; the house, however, reeked of what I'm guessing was rotting cat food. I think my cousin may have failed to clean the dishes out each day before dumping more in. -_-### Dishes have been washed and fresh kitty food given. Cats seem to like this. Also two plants were overwatered to the point of the cloths beneath them being stained now. Sigh.
But my brain is mush, approaching 22 hours of solid consciousness, so I am probably going to bed now and will be more comprehensible in the morning. Maybe. 'Night, y'all....
Watched four and a half movies on the flight. Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs was actually much better than its trailer had led me to believe. Zombieland was fun, though I was probably at an advantage watching it on a tiny screen since I don't like gore. Star Trek was, well, good, of course. X-Men: Wolverine was not as good as the first two but worlds away better than the third film in the series. (Hard not to be.) And I watched Up for the rest of the flight until they turned the entertainment off.
Came home and found cats alive; the house, however, reeked of what I'm guessing was rotting cat food. I think my cousin may have failed to clean the dishes out each day before dumping more in. -_-### Dishes have been washed and fresh kitty food given. Cats seem to like this. Also two plants were overwatered to the point of the cloths beneath them being stained now. Sigh.
But my brain is mush, approaching 22 hours of solid consciousness, so I am probably going to bed now and will be more comprehensible in the morning. Maybe. 'Night, y'all....
