go home, go home, go home with bonnie jean! go home, go home, i'll go home with bonnie jean!

my bags are packed, i'm ready to go... except for the brush & comb, iphone charger, tylenol, and peshal. can't go to brigadoon without peshal! at this point i need to resist putting anything else in because i simply don't need anything else. stop putting stuff in! stop it! i know i've already got too much stuff but i managed to keep it to 3 rubbermaid bins + the plastic drawers + the sleeping bag. plus, the dorm pillow. plus, peshal. plus, my jansport. but that's all! absolutely ALL!

tomorrow morning i will eat the remaining cheese and pita chips since no one here will eat them while i am gone, run the remaining miles to reach a 40 mile week, warsh the remaining dishes, pack the car, and leave. the end. the place where i get weird is right at the leaving. for someone who hates housecleaning, why do i feel compelled to scrub turlettes and mop the kitchen floor in the wee breadth of time during which i am supposed to be leaving? just axt mini-me - it used to happen all the time. we'd be heading to the liberry or some such and i'd be all over the onemorething i needed to do before leaving. just leave, you freak! gah!

and, that is what i will attempt to do in the morning - just leave. will my absence cause your interest here to wane... or make your heart grow fonder?

we'll find out the answer to that in about two weeks.