I'm exhausted, I have a head cold, and I'm not sure what time it is. This is what two transatlantic flights in four days looks like.
On the other hand, it also looks like this.
So I can't complain. My trip was fantastic. It was 80/27 degrees and delicious food was everywhere. I petted a Library Lion. We walked from Battery Park to Central Park, and not in a straight line. My feet have aged an extra thirty years. Is New York amazing? Fuhgeddaboudit.
I also managed to write a few words on the flight, which is unheard of in the history of me. I'd like to say it was Big Apple inspiration, but really my current project is just so loud it wouldn't shut up. That's fine with me.
More photos at flickr, including some in the Darth Does The World series.