only 95 days left...

... ughhghhhghhahghghhwblahrhg.

yeah. that pretty much sums it up.

tonight's the first of the 11 morrissey shows i'm going to.

it fucking better be good.

i fell asleep yesterday around 5 PM and woke up around 5 AM. i've been up ever since. it's almost 11:30 now. my train's at 1:35, but checkout is at 12, so i figure i'll just go hang out around kings cross.. i'm coming back to this hotel tomorrow, so i'm hoping they'll let me keep my bag in their storage room til then... i put everything i need for tonight in my carry-on, and i don't feel like dealing with anything else. too heavy. makes me sweat and ache, and there is only one thing i like doing that makes me sweat and ache... because i am a lady, i'm not going to go into details regarding what that one thing is, but you can bet your ass it's not carting my stupid heavy duffel bag all over god's green england.

[i'm seriously the worst traveler ever.]

i miss the cutes, my apartment, and most of all, you.

[you know who you are.]

over and out. more after the show.

somebody call me. i'm lonely.