... there will not be pictures of my chalk board in this post. Nor will there be pictures of the amazing food I ate this evening at this restaurant called "The Atlas" which my aunt and uncle took me to.
... nor will there be witty comments on the subject of stupid people.
Fine, fine, so the latter has nothing to do with the fact my laptop is dead and everything to do with the fact that I am in something of a mad rush to get all my clothing and books packed in either suitcases, or boxes to be shipped home. I am, after all, flying back to Oregon in the wee hours of tomorrow morning. This seems entirely too soon to me. But so it is.
I have to leave the house at 1:00 AM tomorrow morning. So since that is my usual bedtime I am just not going to go to bed tonight, I think. But at the same time. This is going to make me very tired. Especially since I have two layovers. Hm... What to do, what to do.
I know! I will listened to "Hazards of Love" about eight more times and not think about anything important. That is definitely the mature thing to do in this situation. And incidentally, also the choice by which I am sure to enjoy myself the most.
'Nyways, at this time tomorrow I will be on my way to the airport. I shall blog to you, my lovelies, soon. Whenever I can either convince my brother to let me use his computer, or get my computer situation remedied, or run for dictator of the universe. Or something.