2001-12-26

i am experiencing this rotten combination of near exhaustion and absolute dread.

i cannot go to bed until my kitchen is clean.

if i don't hear from him before i leave tomorrow...let's just say that isn't going to help. yep. going away. BUT i will chronicle my trip in my diary for anyone who may be interested.

i'm going to miss my playstation. and what little self confidence i have. i'm really going to miss that.

i don't know what i'll do if anyone gives me any grief about being american. i'm not expecting it, but it wouldn't surprise me. i may snap and turn into john wayne. or worse, pj orourke. or whatever stereotypes they cling to over there.

scotland won't let me down.

ok, kitchen. i'm coming.

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