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It really is quite depressing to spend a year saving like crazy and then immediately lose 60% of it in conversion. For me to have 2000 pounds spending money I have to hand over $4100. That's $2100 or 110 hours of work that will disappear into the vortex of capitalism.
Canadian dollars are much more satisfying. I only lose about $300.
I've been experiencing moments of ...unsettledness I guess I'd have to call it. At work the past two days, just after lunchtime, I will get an odd feeling in my chest and according to coworkers I suddenly look all pasty and ill. I think I have reached Stage 1 of my pre-flight jitters and I'm still 18 days away. By the time I leave I will be off food, unable to sleep and staring around all wild-eyed like a distressed caged animal. I've pre-empted the insomnia by getting some over the counter herbal sleeping pills. I don't want to start on them too early but apparently I've been talking to the cat in my sleep the past two nights and then last night I was padding down my bed because I was positive Tom was hiding in it.
I've recently become quite fond of the singer Adele. She's a perfect mixture of soulful jazz and pop. My two favourites are Chasing Pavements and Make You Feel My Love.
What else can I ramble about? My Peter Alexander pyjama bottoms arrived today. Hoorah for express delivery. They're pale blue with clouds on them and so lovely and soft. I still need to buy a new top to wear; I tried on the one I bought on Monday and liked it so much I'm going to use it as a day top. It's just plain black but sits quite nicely.
I really need to stop contemplating just how much I still need to get before I leave. It's a never-ending list of crap. Razorblades, gloves (the ones I bought were too big, I have useless midget hands), raincoat, travel hairdryer, maybe another top, toothbrush. Etc.
Canadian dollars are much more satisfying. I only lose about $300.
I've been experiencing moments of ...unsettledness I guess I'd have to call it. At work the past two days, just after lunchtime, I will get an odd feeling in my chest and according to coworkers I suddenly look all pasty and ill. I think I have reached Stage 1 of my pre-flight jitters and I'm still 18 days away. By the time I leave I will be off food, unable to sleep and staring around all wild-eyed like a distressed caged animal. I've pre-empted the insomnia by getting some over the counter herbal sleeping pills. I don't want to start on them too early but apparently I've been talking to the cat in my sleep the past two nights and then last night I was padding down my bed because I was positive Tom was hiding in it.
I've recently become quite fond of the singer Adele. She's a perfect mixture of soulful jazz and pop. My two favourites are Chasing Pavements and Make You Feel My Love.
What else can I ramble about? My Peter Alexander pyjama bottoms arrived today. Hoorah for express delivery. They're pale blue with clouds on them and so lovely and soft. I still need to buy a new top to wear; I tried on the one I bought on Monday and liked it so much I'm going to use it as a day top. It's just plain black but sits quite nicely.
I really need to stop contemplating just how much I still need to get before I leave. It's a never-ending list of crap. Razorblades, gloves (the ones I bought were too big, I have useless midget hands), raincoat, travel hairdryer, maybe another top, toothbrush. Etc.