That countdown I've put up there is doing nothing to me. Nothing except have everyone around me drive me insane to meet up before I leave. I don't even think I'm going to get time for myself. Until I'm gone, maybe?

I have NOT even packed, yet! I am a procrastinator. The kind who loves the adrenalin rush of everything last minute, only cos I know I can. Stupid painful tortures I inflict on myself, innit? And I swear, this week is just going to be one whole stretch of hangovers! The good thing about hangover side effects? A sexier, sulky voice the morning after; the feel good factor from being less consciously anal & forgetting. The bad part? Incidentally dealing with numbers for work this week with a hangover is the worse! Argh. I am gonna die standing.

Tomorrow nite (tonite, technically), Maison...

I can't do this anymore, I'd rather sleep! But sleeping's cheating! *whimper*sighs*