I did not sleep last night. I did, however, fall asleep in the shower this morning. Which was aggravating.
I then had a near-panic-attack when I could not find my RenFaire shirt. I love this shirt. It is comfortable and pretty and I enjoy it (the fact that Michael actually told me he thought I looked good in it truly isn't the reason I love it so. Though that is part of it, I admit). I hunted through the closets and finally tracked it down. It goes with me. Mmmm, shirt.
I still have Jeff's books. Poo. Jeff (for I am desperately hoping you read this), I will give them to Nicole. Stop by and she'll give them to you.
If I vanish for a few days, it does not (necessarily) mean I have died. It merely means that setting up the internet in my apartment is not the top priority.
To those of you who actually live in the same city and saw me every now and then, er, I suppose this is as much of a 'goodbye' as you get. G'bye to you.
Pudding for you.