whoops

I seem to be routinely under the impression that I can do 1500 things at the same time. I had hoped to a) hang out with friends at a pub, b) start and finish a bit of writing, and c) pack for my trip to North Carolina tomorrow. (I have to be at the airport by 7:30am. I will consider living dangerously and getting there at 8am.) Reality: stumble home drunk (oops), throw some clothes in a bag and hope it makes sense when I put them on on friday (I have underpants and my drugs! what more do I need!), and drink some water.

How on earth did I think I would have time for writing? Cripes.

Must remember to charge my ipod.