Last day in California.
Okay: I'm up, I'm soaking wet from my shower (and wearing a towel while I write this, because naked on a plastic chair is no fun whatsoever, but I'm too soggy to get dressed), I'm getting ready to finish packing, and I need food. porpentine is here: we're going to make a Longs run to get the last little things that I haven't been able to find in the house, like 'hairties', 'deodorant' and 'a mechanical pencil that actually works'.
(A side note: I think I have a deodorant-eating monster living somewhere under my dresser or something. No matter how often I open a new stick, I never have any deodorant. It's just gone. Gone gone gone. Something is eating it, I swear, because I never get to use it up.)
I did manage to find 'The Stand' last night, thanks to Merav's handy loan of her thing-finding ability. I'm continuing to edit CSM to keep myself calm; it's down to 122,250 words, with a final goal of somewhere between 110,000-100,000 words. I should get there, I think, although I may cry over some of the textual edits. I will be strong!
Food. Food would be good and good would be food. I'll post at least once more before I leave; tomorrow, watch for posts in bardling, the_magician and fleetfootmike's journals -- one of them should let you know that I've arrived, even if I'm too braindead to operate a keyboard on my own.
I'm going to England...
(A side note: I think I have a deodorant-eating monster living somewhere under my dresser or something. No matter how often I open a new stick, I never have any deodorant. It's just gone. Gone gone gone. Something is eating it, I swear, because I never get to use it up.)
I did manage to find 'The Stand' last night, thanks to Merav's handy loan of her thing-finding ability. I'm continuing to edit CSM to keep myself calm; it's down to 122,250 words, with a final goal of somewhere between 110,000-100,000 words. I should get there, I think, although I may cry over some of the textual edits. I will be strong!
Food. Food would be good and good would be food. I'll post at least once more before I leave; tomorrow, watch for posts in bardling, the_magician and fleetfootmike's journals -- one of them should let you know that I've arrived, even if I'm too braindead to operate a keyboard on my own.
I'm going to England...