Today has been pretty lousy. It's a combination of my email being totally wonky (lots of stuff is being sent to me that I'm not receiving, although I am getting dribbles) and me having a massive headache I guess from jetlag or general tiredness. I'm also really hungry and have no food in the house. Time for a big Moe's burrito, I guess!
Oh, one nice bright spot today is I got my royalities statement from Immanion Press, both for Breeding Discontent and my editing work. None of the books are best sellers by any stretch but it's enough money I feel I've got a little bit of tangible reward -- it's money I could buy something with or pay my insurance with, for example. And actually I was impressed with how many copies of BD have been sold -- an impressive amount of readers considering the book isn't generally being sold in bookstores. I just updated my PayPal account so I can transfer the money they paid me into my real bank account, which will make it real real :)
Further sign that Caleb and I are total drinking wusses:
While in England we found that although beer or ale is generally gross just plain, we are OK with fruit beers and other adulterations. Rob introduced Caleb to this thing that's a bitter mixed with lemonade (what the Brits call lemon-flavored soda). He quite liked it! Rob's mom also recommended Caleb try Pimm's for a similar flavor so he has a can he brought home and see if he likes it. Meanwhile over at the Belgian pub I had this "beer" that was basically raspberry-flavored, mulled, HOT beer! It was good and robbed me of all sobriety.
Crap, have I got the freakish Jet Lagitis. I keep finding myself experiencing an odd floating/sinking feeling, kind of dizzy really, and nothing seems real, more dreamlike.
What really stinks is Caleb just send me work to do. Tedious work. I hope I can get through it before I keel over.
My brain is not working right and yet I persist on working, or attempting to. It has taken me some time, but I have got my neurons running organized enough I have almost finished my job for Caleb. I also conducted a 1/2 hour phone conversation with Mat Man and didn't sound like an idiot.
Meanwhile, some random bits about England...
Was amused every time I heard news related to transportion, as the transport secretary is Alistair Darling. Headlines are like "Darling vows to take control of rail" and so on :) My last name isn't very common and so I really perked up every time I heard or read it.
Summer evaporated the moment Caleb and I arrived. The high temp of our stay was about 70F, which is spring weather here in Atlanta. Mainly it was around 60F (17-18 C). We brought shorts which we didn't wear and instead wore pants and coats every day. In Stafford I wore Storm's thigh-length knitted cardigan all the time, just like a bathrobe. The weather wasn't BAD, mind you, just not summer weather. It barely rained at all.
I still can't help being amused by "Way Out -->" signs. Even when we would see dozens of them as our train went through rail stations, I'd mentally go, "Way ouuuuut, duuuuuuuude." There are other English signs that amuse me too, like "Mind Your Head," "Mind the Gap" and "Max Headroom."
Found it curious how much Rob's neighborhood in London, which is in the City and right at the edge of Camden and Holborn, looks so much like my neighborhood, esp. at night b/c it's so dead. I also noticed Clerkenwell, which seems mainly sort of trendy lofts and architecture firms, is a lot like Castelberry Hill here in Atlanta.
I noticed my reaction to any prerecorded English audio instruction (done by a female) is contaminated by the soundbites in that Chumbawamba song where the woman is saying "Scoop out the brains..." and all those horrible things. The English seem to have a knack for sounding pleasant no matter what they're saying.
Jet lag is so weird. I mean, it seems to me that right now, I should be a bit tired, since in England it would be like almost 11:30 p.m.... but I should be THIS tired and my brain should still work. After all, I was up 'til at least 1 a.m. every night I was over, and in Stafford up way later than that. So why am I aching head to toe and why is gravity sucking out my soul through my ass. Caleb wants to go to the grocery store tonight but I don't know if I can handle that much activity!