down and safe

Team Scotland and the whole Swedish cheering section were on my plane.  I'd go 'neener neener', but once we'd all left the gate, I didn't lay eyes on any of them again -- one assumes the Swedes were way in the back of the plane where school groups tend to go, and given that I did spot someone I know has associations with Team Scotland up in first class, it seems they were up near the front.  I was in the middle, and asleep for most of the time.  Now I'm going to try to fall asleep again, before the flooring people get here.

ETA oustanding news:  Despite the impossibility of eating any way other than Like Crap for the past ten days, I appear to have regained only five or six of the pounds I'd previously lost.  I make that one step back, instead of, like, seven, which, yay.

nap accomplished.

Got home, was not barred from getting into my room, got into bed, slept for nine hours.  Have now read the skip=125 flist and the e-mail, and am going to go downstairs and get the real mail, but I'm also stymied by:  what on earth am I going to eat for dinner?

my supervisor's comments on the first few pages of my thesis

... include the comment, "That sentence should be taken outside & shot."

[scratching head] Oh dear.