Leaving on a jet plane.

on an easyjet one to be more precise. my flight's at 1.30. Just spent an hour tidying up my room and the flat as I'd like the mice to stay in their little holes and don't go on holiday in the kitchen. I should really pack now but I'm carrying as per usual only my hand luggage, which means it'll contain: notes, more notes, a calculus book that weights more than me, one dress, more notes and lots of earl grey. c'est la vie. i'm excited, i love flying. but all the bother to get there and wait and wait and stare at strangers and look at the sky and seat quietly just bores me to death and i am already dying of sore throath so i won't even be able to chat if any interesting conversation comes up and i'll have to pretend i'm sleeping. laaaame.
but i'll be home tonight hey. sleeping in my old italian bed. weeeird!