Today was a bad day.
Actually, it was quite a nice day. We had a lovely dinner at Tsar's Palace, saw a fun comedy show from one of the ex-writers from Benny Hill, we laughed, we all chatted...on paper it was a very nice day.
But today, it all hit me. Like the beer-bellied old man with goggles on getting whacked in the stomach with a cannonball, it hit me.
I live on a ship. I am very far from home. I haven't been able to call my family in almost a week. I am always behind someone riding one of these:
I am never, ever alone. I always have to watch what I say. I always have to be friendly.
I cannot go grocery shopping. I hate grocery shopping. In fact, I use PeaPod. But the fact that I can't go grocery shopping made me upset.
It's been two months, and it is bound to hit, and today is when it hit. And please don't give me the, "Children are starving in China" speech. I know my life is fantastic. I know I'm going to Rome on Thursday. I know I'm getting paid to perform and travel around the world.
But, I still think I might feel better if I go into one of the lounges and yell "Bingo!" and run away.