so this is what running on fumes feels like....

For the past two days, I've been going to bed at 1, and 2 a.m. in the morning. I've been running errands for my mother and my grandmother, and I've been repacking and making lists. Endless lists.

I have also been doing the mail dance.

Thank you to pyrifera for the London guide, amesville for the card, and voleuse for the camera.

Without posting a holiday poll and just going around certain LJs, I somehow ended up with 35 people on my list.

I mailed the bulk of cards and packages today.



Because I had two booklets of stamps left over, I only ended up spending around 12 dollars at the post office today - in many cases, first class mail was actually cheaper than sending things media mail.

( you've got mail )

( mailing things tomorrow )

( you've got postcards/or mail from England coming )

( CONTACT CONTACT CONTACT )

lockdown till April 2005

This is the last public post in this journal until after April 22nd, 2005. Exceptions are: any (fan)fiction or music recommendations.


"Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving."

-- Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

( what I will miss about California/America )

There's more, but that's what I could put words to at the moment.