(Would Scream But It Would Disturb the Neighbors)

So, my last entry from the US, I assume, unless we get wireless at the hotel tomorrow (forgot shorts; must write down)

OH MY GOD. PLANE. ME. TWENTY-FOUR HOURS (ish).

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Have to pack some other stuff for the hotel (damn. Am I going to have to use one of those "hotel towels"? They're awfully small...)

We need luggage tags but thankfully we have a day to get some someplace. (Must get dollars converted to pounds; give a bit to Mum for trips; oh, God am I talking British already?)

Dad's back from dropping off my sisters; they didn't say goodbye to me and I didn't expect them to. We'll see each other in May.

My ADD is going to be SO bad today what with all the thinking and planning and Brain is going nutso trying to recall it all.

Forgot soap! I won't have soap overseas! Does England have soap?

How will I survive without toothpaste if the luggage handlers take it away from me? (1 and a half ounces over limit. I want my cinnamon toothpaste.) Should I drop it in my checked stuff and hope to the heavens above they don't find it? Or will they let it slide because the container is clearly marked and closed and everything? Freak, freak, freak...

Well, the panic attack has begun. 35 hours to go.

Let's have another textual scream. I need the stress reliever.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Cheers,
Bec