I'm being pressured to write something here, anything will do I guess. Here comes the ramble. I am having one of those blog-blocks, not sure what to write, can't seem to think of anything mildy interesting. I'd tell a joke, but they are all either really bad type jokes that only a sock puppet should be telling and all the others I know are far too crude. What I do know is that I have just finished off a mighty strong long espresso (double, thank you) and my mind is racing around trying to organize the next 48 hours of work that must get done, but won't, including trying to fit in dry cleaning visits and packing up my travel bag(s). I've become completely obsessed with the whole packing thing, not only do I have to make a list of what will be neatly folded and stuffed into corners, but I actually have been drawing pictures of these items, for some reason I am afraid I might forget it if I don't make sure the image is embedded in my brain. See the last trip, and scroll to 2.16. That's it, nothing else to say, I have successfully ignored the last 20 minutes of lecture. I want to go buy some pens and a glue stick.