2003-04-16

Don�t fret, I haven�t left yet! I�m just busier than a one-armed Malaysian toddler in a sweat shop. You know how it is. I actually have a stress headache. Stress. Headache. Two great tastes that taste great together. Fuck.

I think I�ve got all my ducks in a row for this trip, though � got my passport, got a metric ton of luggage (how is it that four pairs of pants, two skirts and five shirts can combine to take up a square ACRE of room? Packing physics, man), got my balloon full of cornstarch for a good laugh at the customs desk. England and France won�t know what hit �em. Of course, it�ll be my FACE, as I pass out from quaffing too much strong British ale. Bring it on.