Monday. At my office, the crazy Serbian account manager calls me. One of our clients is having kittens. She wants me to fly up and look at their setup. I say how about next Monday.
Later. Next Monday isn't soon enough. I suggest Wednesday. She says yes.
Book some tickets. Get into a discussion about how the heck to get there. Last time I was in Sydney, we took a cab from the airport out to the middle of friggin' nowhere. We look at a map. The place I have to be is at least twice as far away. They suggest a hire car. I protest I've never driven in Sydney. They tell me to stop being such a big girls blouse. A car is hired.
Tuesday night. Go to bed at around 9PM.
schnitzelrug doesn't quite understand that one of her Humans needs to sleep, plays with various toys. Sleep fitfully, it's hot and I'm nervous.
2AM, some local fuckchop buzzes my door. I'd ignore it, except I'm expecting a cab. Thought they might have got there three hours early. Realise with a piss-poor delight that I can sleep for a whole two more hours.
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