Longest day.
I've been here only 50ish minutes, and already it feels like the longest day ever.
My last day at OTPR, and yes, I'm very excited. Someone asked me if I'll miss it, and I replied honestly: I'll miss [some of] the people, and I'll miss the dogs. The place, I'm happy to be leaving. I'm sure there'll be cake or some such at some point, and I'll feel all strange, but I can deal. I have a whole bunch of goodbyes to say too, which I hate doing. But I can handle that also. If all goes well, I'll even get off early.
I'm nearly ready for the first leg of my trip. I've spent the last week or two runing around trying to make everything ready, and it seems to have paid off. I all but finished my packing this morning. I need to hit a couple stores and then a gas station to get air in the tires and vacuum her out, then I can load everything up. Then up to BWI area to get things ready, and at 11pm over to BWI. I'm just about exploding with restless excitement. Bob gets in at 11:05 *knock on wood for no delays* and I will get to see him for the first time in just over seven months.
But anyhow. I shouldn't be on here. [Though really, what are they gonna do? Fire me? (insert vengeful mocking "HA!" here)] I just can't focus on jack. At least I wasted enough time for it to be time for first cig.
Weee!