Yuk.

Oh, my God, I loathe myself. It's fucking 1.17 am. Did I go to bed at eleven as planned? Did I save December for tomorrow? Did I avoid slash?
Bullshit.

Alaska

So little to report. Except Becca wants me to keep her hotmail account active and to tape Enterprise, as she is leaving for la belle France. She is getting into Enterprise. So much so she made me this icon. I love mon meillure amie.
Pedar is making plans for next year - he wants to go to San Francisco and Los Angeles, with the possibillity of Seattle, Vancouver and Alaska. And for once - he wants to take me with him. I hope this doesn't fall through - he's always though San Francisco would suit me, just like Seattle suits him. Not that we didn't both fall in love with Vancouver. Dammit, I'm babbling.
So, I did nothing, went out for about an hour at the most, could not find clothes so ended up wearing clothes under bed, and eventually found bracelets from where I'd thrown them last night, and that's about it.
I am panicking about stuff that has to be done before September. It's too scary...