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Did I mention how much I hate packing? Awful stuff. Luckily, I'm almost done. Then I can finally go up to Regent's Park and Cafe in the Crypt like I've been wanting to......oh, and also to Abbey Road (after picking up the art journal from Hilary's flat.) YAY for scurrying around London.
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?
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?
