wisdomeagle: Original Cindy and Max from Dark Angel getting in each other's personal space (Default)
I didn't sleep at all last night. No, not one tiny itty little bit. Instead, I read Jamima J by Jane Green for the second time (I'd managed to forget the very improbable ending, and I squealed just as loudly the second time as I had the first, I'm sure. Such a femme) and in general tooling around my bedroom for the last time. I had leftover whole wheat spagetti with leftover chili and café au lait for breakfast. It's supposed to snow in VA and I'm terrified that I'll be stranded in C'ville with no place to go but this hotel that PEG is going to pay for us for. I'm completely scared OUT of my fucking mind. I don't want to have such terrible fates befall me.

I had a brilliant time last night convincing myself that I'm a delusional moron and that no one in the world loves me.

I've seen way too many sunrises in my day.

There isn't room in any of my suitcases for food. I'm not getting my fair share of Christmas shortbread, I tell you. Nor pistachio ice cream, but that's another story all together.

I miss my ministerpeople inordinately. Where are you, my pretty ministerpeople? But of course, you're probably going to cancel church on account of the predicted snow, aren't you, loves?

Right. I'm beginning to ramble... I'm sorry. Right. Off to check email.

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