cimorene

getting ready to fly home with perry tomorrow... and i am SO stressed. my back feels like a bag of rocks which knock painfully against each other, striking off chips.

we have to get up at like four. and i used plastic primer and red spraypaint to decorate a thrift-store-find small hardsided suitcase, but we left it too late, and the handle got messed up and there wasn't time for it to dry so i'll have to come back for it sometime and.

this time i think actually will miss my mom, right away--i've felt so loved here, and letting go of old bad associations i've come to find nostalgic affection and appreciation through my adult perspective of many people here, mainly from the church, and not JUST frankrike.

i just keep saying: but it's all out of your hands at noon tomorrow, when you're on the plane: then you can stop stressing, and then you get to finland and it'll all be even happier with perry and the kittehs (not my family's kittehs, but wax's, which i love a lot, but maybe not as much) and waxlet and soon there can be a gary oldman slash party. and of course i have stayed up very late; everything looks worse when you're tired.