Monday Means Nothing Gets Done

I have all of two things today, and the first thing doesn't even start till noon. This gives me a license for laziness (when I get to England it'll be a LICENCE. :)

Hence, I am having breakfast in my room today because I just don't want to move. What little supplies I have left are a fairly decent meal, actually, very international: I have salsa and chips (that covers the Southern hemisphere) and then miso soup(that gets the Eastern) and then dried cranberries and biscotti (which gets Europe and North America all in one go.) And orange tea. That gets England (and India if you want to get technical)

So, having created this mishmish international mess, I am going to stuff my face. Have to get rid of this stuff sometime.

We have this week and next week and then about a week until I GO. I stopped having the dreams, but still freaking out a little bit. Everyone who's ever been on a plane is telling me it'll be fine. All I can say is, yeah, and they said the Titanic could float, too. That doesn't mean it did when it kissed the iceberg...

Got my sister's shower basket last night, which makes Dad the last one I have to buy anything for for Christmas.

Not much else going on. I think I'll stay in my pajamas awhile and then maybe I'll shower and dress and meander off to class. No need to rush.

My right knee is complaining a bit but I can make it behave with medication. Thank my personal deity for ibuprofen.

Been writing a bit; nothing useful, really. Just stuff. After finishing Torchwood on Saturday I watched one particular scene again, and apparently it didn't knock me until I watched it the second time round. Let's just say it reminded me again why I watch scifi-because sometimes the characters are more human when they've been messed up by supernatural events. Sometimes the more inhuman the things that happen to them are, the more human they become.

Anyway, I wrote something to try and explain that scene; I can't do it justice but I tried. Words are my venue but sometimes they don't do anything but get in the way.

Ah, I hear Tim the custodian going by with his cart, which means he's finished and I can go take a shower.

Cheers,
Bec