If everything goes according to plan, in almost exactly twenty-four hours I will be five time zones away. This will then, hopefully, turn into an amazing travelogue, full of insight and witty observations on life on the other shore of the Atlantic. Or, you know. It could just go the way it usually does, with a brief flurry of activity at the start quickly degenerating into a series of short, vaguely guilt-fueled bursts of blogging interspersed with ever-longer periods of non-.
See, now you can't say I haven't warned you; basically, you've just read my EULA.
Oh, google it.
See, now you can't say I haven't warned you; basically, you've just read my EULA.
Oh, google it.
