So back in Canada

That was a long travel.
Well, things are still not clear. But no matter what, all the people who are supporting me, it really is nobody's fault. So don't blame anyone of us or something, yeah? Be nice, kiddos.
So the flight was long. Everything brings up memories of course. Well I'm not gonna elaborate that here. I did it on paper during my flights already.
Actually there aren't much to say. I might smoke less and drink more. And yes, I don't really feel like writing, talking or whatever-ing much at the moment. You know, 9 fucking hours of time difference is something to overcome. And I have to get over it in roughly 2 days. Wunderbar.
I was checked by security guys again. Airport security. This time more than a few questions- I was actually brought in the quiet scary sector, getting my bags cleared, sniffed by dogs (although the dog was kinda sweet, it still feels scary- what if it just goes crazy and barks at me? Then I'll be screwed), etc. Weird. Those guys always talk to themselves but are actually talking to you, and they check the least suspecious things I carry, but left the most suspecious (bigger) backpack for the stupid x-ray machine. :-Airport security. There was another guy apparently on some drugs being questioned and it was kind of fun to overhear the conversation though. And it is funny how airport security or police question suspects... it just sounded like a mom trying to get something out of her 50year-old son.
Weird.

Anyway, I don't think I would actually say much about the result here though. You guys'd better ask me personally or something. Or I will start telling you guys. By the way vittu, I lost your phone number, so... WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PHONE NUMBER?
And Kaboom- you still haven't given me yours as you promised. T., I only have your cellphone number isn't it?

Phew. Sounds like I am really gonna call you all if you give me your numbers. Ah well, who knows?

Question of the day: Joel woke himself up in the movie, why can't I?