I have been home for 7 hours.

I have taken some things off of my bed, I have taken some laundry out of a suitcase. I've checked most of my blogs, I kind of ate a meal.

All of these back to back trips have left me disoriented.

It's now been 4 months since I've had a job? Really? Four?

Where can I unpack if all my past unpackings still haven't found a home yet?

Hey look, matzo.

I can still feign complete thoughts, sure. For example--today I had McDonald's for the first time...since...wow. At least last year. I know I've had Burger King less than a year ago, and I remember having a tsukimi burger in Tokyo with my sister in September of 2004, but in the past 3 years, I'm pretty sure I haven't had McDonald's more than 5 times, and even that's a generous estimate. But this morning, during the drive home, we stopped at McDonald's, where half the people were in their pajamas and everyone was comparing driving destinations. I wish I had taken a picture. And when we got back in the car, I had a sausage mcmuffin in my hand, and I despised it. I could smell the rubbery egg and felt the greasy warmth and I wrinkled my nose. But food's food, and we still had another 4 hours of driving to go. So I took a bite.

And it was delicious. Not udon delicious, or yakiniku delicious, but guilty pleasure delicious. Like eating mac n cheese for dinner. I even picked the orange bits of cheese from the wrapper. And all that guilt about eating bad fast food? I realized I was in the middle of Central Valley in California, and all the food in the area was probably on par with McDonald's. Goodbye guilt.

I probably won't start craving McDonald's, but now it's in my head that McDonald's still tastes good. Bah.

I need to start making plans and setting goals. No excuses now. The internet's back, the weather's warmer, I have a car, I don't have that pesky job thing to get in my way...all that's lacking is real motivation. Urgh.