Had a great meeting this morning with Chris Messina and Creative Commons. Why is it that the coolest things happen just when I am about to leave? Guess this is just another on a long list of reasons to return.
Off to the airport now. See you on the other side of the pond.
Him: Hey Suw! Waiting in the airport?
Me: No, no, don't fly til tonight. Getting ready for a meeting w. CC
Him: Ooh, sounds like fun
Me: Had no sleep last night at all. Well, 3 hours
Him: Oh dear
Me: It means I'll sleep tonight on the plane, though
Him: Or you'll crash out horribly during the CC meeting and wakeup in a bathtub full of ice with “SHAREALIKE NO DERIVS” tattooed on your forehead.
Why is it that on a day when I have to get up early for a meeting, and then have to fly back to the UK, that I find myself not going to bed til 2am, and then waking up at 5am and being entirely unable to get back to sleep again?
Sod's law? Dawn wakefulness? Or my subconscious preparing me so that I'm so knackered that I sleep on the plane on the way home?