My arms are tired!

6 finals later and not a moments time to breath, I finished P2 Monday evening. The next morning I sat at Changi airport waiting to board my delayed flight to London. The restrooms on board were flooded, an on-board feature that I suspect would be quite important on a 13 hour flight. 2 hours later as we sat on the runway awaiting our turn to takeoff, the timid pilot announced over the intercom that we had to return to the gate. The handy fix done by the engineer didn't hold and the restrooms were flooded again. As we disembarked to re-board a new plane, Singapore Airlines offered every passenger lunch. Apparently, the anger of a crowd can be tamed by overcoming our primal instincts to feed.

At 10pm I arrived at my hotel and went straight to bed. The next day, after my interview, I was back at Heathrow catching a flight back to Singapore. With my carry-on bag jammed to maximum capacity, I was forced to put my sandwich in my mouth as I walked through security. All said and done, I was on the plane for 31 of the past 48 hours and will get on another plane tomorrow morning.