Some bio: I’m a she. I’m…let’s say 36. No husband. Not dating. No kids. No pets. Would like a puppy and a pony one day. Love clean laundry.






Monday: decided to end the job search and drop out of my life for a while.
Tuesday: rented my condo.
Thursday: bought a ticket to London; found a condo to rent for a couple of months (but what if I hate it??).
Tuesday through Saturday: furiously pack (what am I forgetting? Who gives a shit).
Friday: late night out with some friends. Very late night. I’ll miss them I’ll e-mail they’ll visit I’ll be back soon.
Saturday: red eye out of O’Hare. Does Air Canada serve free drinks? I pray they do.

I have to finish packing, despite feeling like crap--it’s the devil drink. Have to pick up drycleaning. Passport. Credit cards. Moisturizer (eye, face, body, spf 45). And underpants. Lots and lots of underpants. Because you just never know.