Countdown begins in three, two... Up at 7ish feeling a little brighter. Dead to the world by 8, crashed on the sofa with a cat and a book that sent my brain into a spasm. It's almost noon when I wake up. I was a wreck last night - so much so that I didn't even try and get into town for the Londonist bash. I missed out on a lot of free Mexican food... for shame. I hate being ill. Still things are looking up now that I remembered how to breathe. Jess is still fit as a fiddle so we seem to be all systems go for Friday's plane ride. This was supposed to be the Christmas trip, but Jess has the possibility of a solo flight just this side of Christmas that kind of tops this one. Can't say much now and it's her scoop anyway... it's not right when you're jealous of your fiance. Maybe I should get a real job... one with international travel. And leggy Russian spies. Even though I was pretty fucked today I got all my stuff in - whether it's any good remains to be seen. Didn't leave much time for blogging or reading though. Merry is going to get fed and watered by our neighbours, Chris and Jen. It's nice to live somewhere again where you actually know the people on the other side of the walls. Tomorrow I intend to relax... probably won't happen but it's a nice thought. [Music: yet more Throwing Muses - I am on a kick]