do the unthinkable

I slept almost the whole way on my flight to London. I think I just died for a moment, and woke up again.

I had such a nice time with my gran before going to the airport. Almost too good, because fogot about the time for a moment and I came to the airport only 50 minutes before departure. But, it's all good. And it's good to be home.

Tomorrow the hard times begins. I'm ready.