Thursday, September 12, 2002

 

Six days left in the US of A (counting today and excluding the 18th itself, as that will be travel day and therefore won't really count). Plan for today:

• clean room (really)
  
• do some planning on how I'm going to pack
  
• email the rest of my friends about this blog being up and running (much as I know the handful of you are enjoying the VIP exclusivity of it all)
  
• try to figure out whether or not I need to check my bags all the way to London from Kansas City, or just to Chicago and then re-check them there
  
• call my good friend Nick, who I ran into at Barnes and Noble the other night and promised I'd call
  
• email Shannon to wish her well before she leaves for Manchester (in three days!)
  
• oh yeah, clean the house

Likelihood of accomplishing said plan: about 30% with regards to the whole plan; 80% or so for the bits involving fun computer action. Likelihood that I'll give up and cry before getting any of it done, letting my bags go unpacked, the house go to seed, and this miserably whiney blog entry escape the attention of the great throng of an audience I'd initially envisioned for it: 97%.

A week from now I'll be in London and all this stagnant anxiety will seem very silly in retrospect. In the meantime, I hope you'll forgive me for griping on and on. Anyway...I think everyone should try to use the word quiddity in a sentence today. Just saying it makes me feel better. Quiddity. Heheheh.
posted by humanbecoming 11:09 AM

Sunday, September 08, 2002

 

Tomorow morning I have an appointment with the doctor, so she can assess generally whether or not I'm fit to spend a year abroad, and write a letter which I must present to the proper authorities in order to be let into the UK. I'm not entirely sure what she's looking for.

"Am I all set, Dr. Keith?"

"Well, we're just waiting for the results on the rabies test to get in."

"Oh, right."

I'm also a little worried that I'll be healthy enough for Dr. Keith but not healthy enough for the aforementioned "proper authorities."

"Erm...we're dreadfully sorry, Miss Smith, but you don't quite meet the prescribed requirements for admittance into our country."

"What! But this letter is from a highly qualified physician, and - "

"Yes, but she apparently thought rather little of it that you've got rabies."

"Oh, right. ...I'll just be getting back on the plane."

Thus begins the fabled Ten Day Countdown to my departure for London. But really, I'm sure these worries are mostly unfounded. Just last-minute nervousness getting its say before I step aboard that airplane and commence with my long journey across the sea.

I'm off now to find something legitimate to stew over.
posted by humanbecoming 5:15 PM