My suitcase is packed on the floor. Whatever goes in carry-on is still scattered about my bed and my desk. I'm leaving the house around 1 tomorrow, and the plane departs at 5:30. I'm gonna be up late and sleep in to have the best possible chance of not being quite as exhausted when I arrive in London Thursday morning. (And then we go back to Not-London Friday evening. Ahem.)
If I knew I was quitting my job, I'd be gone for a month instead of three weeks. That's what I get for booking round-trip, but it's alright. If I was there for a month, Caby's parents would probably lose their minds. That's six people in that household! And four guinea pigs!
As for this site, I will be bringing my files along, but uh, I'm obviously focusing on spending it with my girlfriend.
I really hope all the incels I used to hang around are still stalking me occasionally. What would prengle think?