Quatre jours avant ma vacance antipodale

Oh emm gee all I can think about is my trip. I'm nearly useless from the desire to get going. I've packed half my stuff already -- I don't need a sweater in Boston this week but I will in Melbourne. I even got my only piece of fabulous clothing, my red silk brocade lounge jacket, pressed and folded for the journey. All I need now is a three-prong adapter for Australia (which I am coming to believe I'll have to buy there instead of here) and a new toothbrush.

Uhh... I was going to say something interesting. I swear I was. Instead all I can think is "I'm leaving in less than 96 hours. In fact, I leave the house at 7:30 so it's really 93 hours...". Then I have to stop my brain from this pointless rattling or I lose consciousness.

Oh, I forgot to eat breakfast! Gotta go.