Despite my excitement about the trip, my ability to procrastinate crosses over into all parts of my life. I didn't do my laundry until getting home from a pub trivia night around 10pm, and this was a conversation with my flatmate this morning:
Flatmate: Uh, shouldn't you start putting stuff in that suitcase.
Flatmate: Haven't you been awake for like 2 hours?
Flatmate: What the hell have you been doing?
Zander: Uh, well, I was emailing, and I just listened to the new Lindsay Lohan song online, and had a snack.
So yeah, now I'm blogging. Even though I need to leave in less than 15 minutes and I'm still not sure how this laptop will fit into my bags.
Needless to say, I won't be updating here much, if at all, while I'm away. As always, you're welcome to go back in time and read about what an asshole I was in 2005.