May 15, 2009 02:49
It's three in the morning.
And at the moment I'm resisting the urge to drive to the airport and catch the first flight to I-don't-care-where -- perhaps Israel ( I liked Israel, and want to go back ), or Morocco ( there's something to be said for hammans ) or France ( it's tradition. I continue to feel strange about celebrating the fourth of july instead of bastille day ).
Normally I'd say Ireland, but they speak english in ireland, and at the moment I'd rather just ignore the world around me, and that's harder to do when you speak the language.
Lacking the funds to run away, I'm thinking a long, hot, bath. And depending how bad the funds are ( see previous post re: not getting vacation pay until a month after you get back ), perhaps go surfing.