17 November 2009

i am not even that sick

Did I say that I would be back Sunday or Monday? Uh... I meant that I would be back in the USA on Sunday or Monday, but apparently not that I would be coherent and functional. Between Saturday morning (Vietnam time) and Sunday night (US time), which is about 48 hours, I got a grand total of maybe 7 hours of sleep, 2-3 hours of which were on a plane and so do not count.

I do not do well on little sleep, so in the 48 hours after I got back, I slept for 27 hours. Not that I feel any better. I could sleep another 27, I think.

I have been forbidden to go to work until I can avoid snotting all over everything. "We don't want to get sick!" they said, pushing me out the door.

"It's just a cold!" I protested. "I'm not sick enough to stay home from work! I swear it's not swine flu! I don't have a fever or a cough and it's all from the neck up!" [now pounding on the outside of the door, begging to be let back in] (metaphorically, that is).

"You have plenty of sick leave!" they called through the door. "USE IT."

I'm really not sick enough for sick leave, but apparently, my sick leave is no longer about me.

11 November 2009

with a view of palm trees

Ladies and Gentlemen, Vietnam: the first place in memory where I managed to sunburn my hands.

It involved a motorcycle. It's a long story.

In other words, I am still alive and kicking, just racing internetless around Southeast Asia. Actually, there is internet everywhere, but no time, no time. I have beaches to lounge upon and temples to visit. Also, word on the street is that this blog hosting service is blocked in Vietnam. (No, I did not bother to check. I love you all, but I don't love you that much. I was busy. Probably drinking four glasses of iced ca phe sua da every day.)

Now I am in Cambodia, where blogger works just fine. But, again, I have things to do. Things, you know. Like maybe some shopping, and another temple or two.

See you on the other side.

(That would be Sunday or Monday, depending on my level of exhaustion when I step off the plane.)

(Don't worry! I am keeping some journaling on real paper, so hopefully there will be stories to tell here.)