night terrors

I have not packed at all, besides maybe throwing a bunch of books aside in a bag. I’m feeling disheveled and not in the good way. Sort of in the-wow I haven’t brushed my hair in ages and I’m wearing (god forbid) comfy clothes-way. The way I’m approaching this packing issue is whether, like friends before me, I should just say, fuck it, one luggage and carry on or bring everything.

I’ve decided I’ve played the waif long enough, and if the only long term commitment I’ve ever made to anyone was to London, I might as well. The weather here is getting progressively worse, and I hardly think it’s novel after the first snow. Mary is literally leaving for London four hours after me, so we’ll be going out on Monday, and I think Tuesday we’re going to Julian Casablancas. I’ve got some things in the works for me courtesy of a wonderful friend in NY. Hopefully everything goes well. I’ll keep it under wraps for now. I need to get a Blackberry plan in London, how the fuck do I go about that?