there's no place like home, there's no place like home

i am still absorbing the conference. So little time, so much to do, so many people to try to pump for information.

i got to the hotel and in my room around 10 pm. It had been a very long day. i was in the office by 9, meeting at 10:15, class at 2:00. Master came to pick Daniel and i up about 3:30 and take us to the airport. We left His car on campus and took emerson. Daniel's plane left about 30 minutes before mine so i had a bit of a wait in the airport, but that's not a problem, i enjoy watching people.
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Oh, And can anyone tell me why i can spend 10 days in Germany in the dead of winter and not get sick, but two nights in Dubai, a country whose climate is very similar to Kuwait's with the exception of humidity, make me sick as a dog? i have a sore throat, tightness in my chest so that it hurts when i cough, and my voice sounds like 100 meters of extra grit sandpaper.

About the climate in Dubai?

Now i'm bona fide sick. i have no voice, i have no energy, i cried when Master reminded me that He wanted tacos for dinner and have done nothing since i came back home from school to sign the 'i am returned' voucher but sleep. i am not running a temp, and my throat is no longer sore, just scratchy, and i feel like someone has used me to mop up a runway after a plane crash. i am a physical mess and an emotional wreck right now