Emotions are running wild

So tonight, if nothing else, without a doubt proved the fact that PMS and preparing to move to another country are two things that should NEVER be combined. Really. Never. People say that sleeping pills and alcohol are a bad mix– well, let me tell you, this particular combination is a whole heck of a lot worse. 

In the past three hours, I have shouted at my computer screen, I have teared up, I have had terrible visions of lost luggage and imprisonment for failing to declare my acne medication at customs (because it is very dangerous and highly addictive, after all) and I have imagined being abandoned by a deranged cabby on an abandoned street in some back ally quarter of London dripping wet from head to foot in the rain. Perfect. Great way to spend one of my last night home, I should say. 

My panic met its match when met with Claire's lovely face in my computer screen, fully equipped with a bright green birdie tucked into her curls. The color combination made me very happy. Tonight, while watching the tale end of my mother's and my day-long TLC reality television marathon, Clinton Kelly–the well known host of "What Not to Wear"–was featured on this home improvement type of show and he was telling the camera crew that he picked the colors for his house according to the colors that he looks best in. Apparently he looks great in baby blue, so that's the color he chose for his living room. Claire, did you chose Bernard based on the fact that he looks great with your hair? Because I definitely I chose Tootsie because she makes me look thin...

I need to water proof my beautiful boots. 

And blow kisses to all of my beautiful friends. 

And spend many moments with my fat little kitty. 

And remember to pack my tooth brush. (And the extra two my dad gave me for my suitcase.)

Sunday will be a very long day. 

I'm getting nervous. Am very excited. And it's setting in that I'm not going to see some of my darlings for such a very long time.