Ugh...the last 36 hours or so have definitely not been some of the more entertaining of my life. After the heart wrenching experience of being torn away from Megan by a squat but albeit strong TSA agent, I have flown back to Copenhagen, gotten no more than about 90 minutes sleep en-route, to arrive back in the Denmark only to shower and head out for a day of orientation in a city I have been oriented in for the last 3 months. I am not a happy camper. Tomorrow we get the pleasure of having a scavenger hunt in Copenhagen. Woopeee!!! Oh wait, I'm not six and I'VE BEEN HERE FOR THREE MONTHS!!!
Ok I am a little tired and irritable.
I'm going to take a nap. Then grocery shop, and at some point, I'll try to figure out a good place for all my winter clothes since, guess what, I've got no closet space.
I hate my life.
TW
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We've got plenty of closet space. Butter misses you-- and so do I. So just come home!
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