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Monday, December 15th, 2003Oh, so many things I've forgotten to tell you, so many goings on that I never wrote about. I suppose that would be a shame if this were the kind of journal in which I only ever told you what I did. But seeing as how I only do that when I have precious little else to say, it's not so bad. Tomorrow morning will be the last time I wake up here for a few weeks. My flight is for mid-morning, and people, I am so freaking excited to be going home that there simply aren't words to describe my joy. Now, I know that "there aren't words" has become a cliché of sorts, a form of vocabulary laziness, but there actually aren't words for this feeling I am feeling. Therefore, I will make one up to save us from having to settle for catch phrases: I am so flaptasticated for tomorrow! I cannot wait to be home! Better? The flatmates left yesterday sometime, though, so today has been a little bit odd. I haven't really talked to anyone all day, and I only went out for a walk once (to the recycling depot, and I forgot the tins the first time, so I guess technically, I went for two walks - oh! and then I went to the pharmacy! Nevermind me, I'm a liar.) I cleaned, mostly. The kitchen, the bathroom, the toilet, my room, my closet, everything. But now everything is so nice and shiny and pretty, that if you came over right now, you could point to any surface in the whole flat, and I would be willing to lick it. It is that clean! Unfortunately, for the next two weeks there will be no one here, and hence no one to appreciate my work. By the time we get back, everything will be dusty again. Ah well. Life is, afterall, a constant struggle against filth. But tonight, my struggle will be with my sheets and the darkness, since I fear I may be too excited to sleep. Eeee! Home! Catch you on the other side of the world, kids!
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