what's going on here? where am i

[explodingstr]

So I'm getting up at three-roughly five hours, taking a bus to Victoria and then the Gatwick Express to Gatwick Airport where I will fly to Venice. I have no idea what to expect at all. I'm vascillating between excited, ready to go home, sad to leave london, nervous about the money I'm spending, and back to excited again. Four days there and then to Florence for four days where we'll somehow get to Pisa and then fly to London, where I'll fly home to Cincy.

andrew's bitching at me to leave and i need to pack/clean/sleep

so-hopefully this italy thing is as amazing as i hope it will be!
and hopefully i don't die on ryanair