my plane leaves in twentyfive hours, and i will be home after the following eight. assuming no delays, of course - which, given the current state of california weather, becomes rather a large assumption.

i ought to be doing laundry, and packing, and finishing the weatherstripping on my cracked and drafty windows. but instead, i will first take a shower and imbibe a large bowl of ramen-with-lime, and check again for my visual comminications grade, and wish i could be home already. wish that i felt "home" here, more than i do.