Man I had a dreadful flight.. The ride from Cambridge to Heathrow on the bus was just a nightmare with screaming babies the whole way. Well, more like one..but that made up for a bunch.

So I'm finally back in the states. Feeling a little disenfranchised and distant with friends, some family, and dizzily making it through the house from the fatigue. What I get for living like a turtle while I was over there, I guess. Always carrying a pack on my back, and the huge camping one that weighed like, one hundred fifty pounds to and from London.

So at least I get a little time to re-cooperate before school. Learning more on medieval history opened up some misconceptions I had and eliminated some of the holes in between what I learned. Maybe I'll go a little further in on that ...when I'm not tired.

I feel so tired right now, but I can't go to sleep for some reason. The plane ride over wasn't bad, just I felt stiff. Finally got that black leather motorcycle jacket I always wanted, so I wore it on the way back. Great decision; the plane was like an ice cube.

Maybe I'll write some more later..maybe not. For now, I'm just gonna say..good night and good bye. Till next time..