life, the universe, and donna

Getting Nervouser.

Not much left to do now. Thank goodness. Justice is settled in with Chris, and after a rocky start of “oh god, you’re going to behave like THAT?” she’s doing much better — I think she might even come back better than she left me. In fact, she seems to like him so much that I’m afraid I’m going to come back to a dog that prefers him to me. Erk. Well, better that than a dog who is miserable for the entire month.

My main bag is packed. My carry on isn’t yet, but almost everything that goes into my carry on is sitting in a hamper waiting to get transferred. All of my paperwork is in order, I just need to get a couple of photocopies of my drivers license & passport to add to the mix and I’m good to go.

All in all? There’s not much left to do. When I get home from work tonight, I think I’m going to find myself… rather bored. No dog to walk, no freaking out to do. Just toss a few things in a bag, and … rest. But not too much, because I want to be tired on the plane. Maybe I’ll go out and get hammered. That’s the way to spend a long flight — hungover. Ok, maybe not. Maybe I’ll just clean the apartment instead. Or better yet, spend hours giggling over lolrats (Link courtesy of Katt.)

I started missing Justice this morning, while having a 7am cuddle with her in bed. If I’m missing her while I’m still snuggled up with her, the next month is going to be hard.

On the upside, I think I’ll have a few distractions… like, say, a continent I’ve never been to. That’s a good distraction.