This is even more exciting than an advent calendar! And we all know how excited I get about advent calenders! (The addictive habit is supplied by Marine-Eco-Paleo-Bio-Chem-Man’s Mum – collecter of awesomely strange books, knower of latin, and giver of advent calendars.)
8 more days! Four of those days are work days which only gives me four days to myself before I leave. And I have still so much to do! At least I have a passport AND a visa label. Phew. Sensible people would never have let it got this far – but I am not sensible. In fact, I’m an absolute wreck and I’m surprised I haven’t killed myself yet (this would, of course, happen by pure accident, for example, sticking my fingers in a nest of redbacks or something stupid like that thinking they would be sweet, innocent LADYBUGS). Or I would simply starve by forgeting to EAT. You know, totally not sensible things like that.
So, without ruining surprises of presents and the like, here is my relatively short to do list as compared to previously mentioned present list:
* Find a suitcase that has zippers that are not salt-water logged. Preferably something bigger than a backpack and sturdier than a plastic bag.
* Find a doctor who will prescribe me xanax as I’ve lost (or somebody has stolen) my last remaining pills which are six months over the due date anyway.
* Ring the airline and find out if I am allowed to bring knitting needles on the plane AND if they have laptop charging port thingies on economy AND if someone can make sure I will make it to the gate without falling asleep in a corner of Singapore Airlines as xanax puts me in a delicious coma.
* Make a schedule for the hectic three weeks I will be in NL – I shan’t put much importance to this point as I can predict I will lose and/or pay no heed to any schedule made.
* Get an awesome tan so that everybody in Holland will be jealous of me.
* International driver’s licence could be helpful though I am terrified of driving in Holland after driving in laisez-faire Australia all this time.
* Finish knitting awesome scarf.
* Find and wrap presents.
* Stock up on nicotine patches. Too bad they’re not available at duty-free. Harumf.
* Spend weekend with Hot Mo-less Science Dude at some place exotic like Byron Bay and try not to get eaten by a Great White.
Obviously, the most important part is getting the tan of course! Harumpf! [Just kidding, the most important one is the last one, the part where I get to spend unadulterated, sexy time with my personal stalker - although, knowing us, it will be so hot this weekend, we will be unable to do anything except find the nearest waterhole and live in it until we get stung crazy by mosquitoes.]
As a complete side note but still somehow related to the topic, what’s this I hear about snow? It’s 31 degrees here! This is going to be one major shock to my sexy and pudgy tanned body. I will love it, but dear god, I hope I can borrow a sweater. I am not worried about packing because I have about five articles of clothing that would be suitable for Dutch weather. And even then, only if I wear all of them at the same time.
I have trouble ending journal notes. So… 7.5 days, mo-fos, until NaNation.