The bad news about that plan is that I'm still sick as all getout. Can't breathe, can't think, have no energy. If hayfever and sinus infections had a child, I imagine this is similar to what it'd feel like. Also, my flatmate is annoying me so badly this morning. Two main reasons for this: more drama (which is understandable, I empathize) and the fact that we have no room to spread out while packing. It's like trying to get ready inside of a tiny bubble...where all of her stuff has exploded around my bed. And I'm still trying to shuttle my things into suitcases while trying to keep her stuff at bay.
*grumps* I don't wanna leave London. Could you lovely, dear friends possibly move to the other side of the world and stay with me here so I don't have to? Pretty please?