It’s not self indulgence, it’s theraputic
Ok, ok so maybe 3 blogs in 6 hours is a little gratuitous, I mean, I really don’t have that much new to say that I didn’t already say in Holy guacamole and Immortality blogs. However, I am sitting in front of my computer, about to go into the final full 24 hours of being on English soil. Not that I feel any great affinity to Englishness, made even harder now there’s no Euro 2008 team to cheer, but regardless of that I feel like something is amiss. Surely it cannot be this easy? Surely within 48 hours I won’t be setting off to the other side of the world? What was not that long ago a pipe dream couldn’t possibly be becoming a reality? Already the uber stresses of working in a minimum wage, treat-you-like-shite job as a waiter are being lifted. Could this already be the begining of the big relax?
Alright, maybe it’s a little self indulgent, but it’s a smugblog afterall.
Tags: Getting ready, nervous
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