un-sigh.

Less than twelve hours later, and I'm eating my words. There are about a hundred things I have to do and buy and organize, and not enough time to do half of them. And while I really shouldn't feel guilty for not being able to make soup for my housemates before I go, I do. Such is the life of a guilt-junkie, I guess.

I still think everything will go fine, but I've just realized how much work I still need to do.

see you when it's all over!