Packing.
Tomorrow I go to Canada. I get up at 5:30 or so in the morning and leave as soon as I am able. Tonight I am folding what's left of my laundry and trying like hell to straighten my room enough to leave and feel respectable on my return.
My innards have been complaining at me since a little before dinnertime, and made their displeasure known a little while ago. The rest of me is thrilled to be going to Canada (or as the Inner 5-Year-Old puts it, CANADA CANADA CANADA CANADA CANADA YAY!!!!!) and seeing all kinds of people like
cadhla and
khaosworks. Guts, you've been overruled.
We're going to Canada. Back on Monday or Tuesday.
My innards have been complaining at me since a little before dinnertime, and made their displeasure known a little while ago. The rest of me is thrilled to be going to Canada (or as the Inner 5-Year-Old puts it, CANADA CANADA CANADA CANADA CANADA YAY!!!!!) and seeing all kinds of people like
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We're going to Canada. Back on Monday or Tuesday.