That’s right. I said it. More balls. I want more balls. Because right now I don’t have enough balls up in the air to juggle at the moment. Actually I want the balls I do have up to be split up into tinier balls and I’ll juggle those. That’s what I’m dealing with right now with moving to England. I get new details or things I need to check into every second I swear. And steps that were supposed to be easy, now require more things than I could ever imagine. A lot of it is Piccadilly’s fault. Thanks Piccadilly. All I get from her is attitude. No appreciation for what I have to do to keep her happy and with me. It’s humbling. Any ways, I’m just frazzled. I’ve never thought I’d call British Airways so much in my life, but it’s happening. I’m actually on hold right now with BA. They play the same song on repeat over and over and over on a minute 30 second loop. It’s the same song on BA Cargo too if you were curious. I don’t think I can take much more of it. BA, can’t you at least spring for like 4 or 5 crappy songs instead of the same one over and over? If all goes to plan, I should be a plane ticket holder in the next 20 minutes or so.
That’s all. I have a Twilight to keep me company. It’ll get me through these rough times. It has in the past and never failed me. Cheers friends.