Sat at work. Not packed yet although I really only need to put my clothes in the bag. Might be meeting Chubbard later, obviously can't get too pissed.
I know it's irrational but I'm feeling really shit. Sitting in the office has that dentist's waiting room feeling. Got to fly tomorrow and then get to the hostel and generally just lots of not-living-in-my-usual-groove. Of course that is the whole point but nevertheless right now I don't feel so great. Big sense of dislocation and being a bit "homeless". Meh.
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