Sep 02, 2002 20:27
Can I just say I will never, ever take good health for granted again?
Fuck, being sick the week before you're leaving is bad. Every night since wednesday (except for saturday night, obviously, wich was 5 am. ouch!) I've been in bed at, at the latest, 8 and slept for at least 11 hours. I was supposed to go out dancing thursday, and do something else on friday. Hah. I was asleep. Jaw infection combined with cold (flu?) is bad. Really bad.
BUT I'm feeling much better now. Hella tired, because I hardly slept tonight, but I had normal dinner (I could eat again without dying of pains! Yay!), so I'm happy enough.
I've spent today (all of today) packing. Realized I have almost no decent underwear, so: shopping tomorrow. Other than that, I'm pretty much done. Need one of two things that are still in the laundry.
So all I still need to do before thursday is make my resume. That's all. Other than that, I'm completely done. It's weird. I feel like, since it's so close, I should spend all my time preparing, but...I'm done. I guess I'll go trail through my travel guide, or something. I dunno. I'll be bored to death for the coming few days. I mean. Yeah. What's left to do?
3 more days, kids (can I start counting hours yet? Please?)