So...sleepy....
Yeah, I'm home. Yes, there is much to be said. Personally I feel like I'm going to fall asleep on my feet, though. So we'll chat later, k?

Just letting you know I'm alive... :)

:(
I hate saying goodbye. And i suck at it.
[sighs]
G'bye.

Home again, home again, jiggity-jig
So yes. My last day in the Republic of Southern Africa.

I am the biggest ball of nerves under the sun. I was so certain that i would be all contemplative and 'hmmmm. ahhhh' when today rolled around. I'm not. I'm all: 'AAHHHH AHHHH YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE YOU THINK I'M CRAZY I AM CRAZY. Do crazy people know they're crazy? Does that mean i am or amI not? AHHHH CUSTOMS! I don't want to go through customs. I'm scared of the people. not because i am sneaking anything into the country, but because I always feel like i should be in the wrong. What if I get lost in the montreal international airport? How will i know where to go? What happens if i get lost there and end up having to live under an escalator? I don't speak french well enough to warrant living under a french escalator! I need to breathe Vancouver air again! I need to drive to langley with the windows down and the music REALLY loud, only to decide that we don't need to go see a movie after all, and end up at the Langley TIm Ho's, sneering at the slutty teenagers! I NEED MY LIFE BACK!!! I'm too young to be an airport hobo!!! You know, there's a guy in Charles deGaulle airport who isn't allowed back into his own country, and he's not allowed into France, so he lives in the airport?!
and WHY am i freaking out?! I was SO not like this going to Wales!! WHY WHY WHY WHY!!! Everything feels better when you add caps, you know.
What if my airplane crashes? What if I have a heart attack in transit? How will they get my body to Canada? What if they have to bury me in England? Or worse -- what if they just toss me out over the water and let the sharks get me? I don't want to be eaten by a shark!!! I need to take Domino to the beach at least once more!!!'
Yes, that is exactly what i am like.

I'm also not hungry -- just struggling to keep myself liquified. Inhaling caffiene (part of the reason for my being so anxious right now, I'm sure) and making sure that i take in some sugar. Because I can't eat. You know, there is the YUMMIEST chocolate chip cookie sitting next to me right now. ANd i can't eat it, because I'm soooo anxious.

...I'm not going to sleep tonight, am I? Don't look for me getting off the plane -- look for the creature from the black lagoon.

Wish me luck: i think i need it.

Oh, and contraty to the title of this entry, I will not be bringing home any fat pigs from the market.

Past Frustration...
SO this weekend went well enough. Didn't do a lot, just chilled, watched some rugby and went to see a movie. It was super nice (and more or less apropriate) to spend my last weekend in South Africa relaxing and doing calm and lovely things.
I finished reading The Shining.
I finished reading The Beach.
I mostly started on The Blind Assassin, but I've been tired and grouchy and moody. And just generally ICK. Anxiety over travelling, customs and the like.

Ugh.
Three more days.
Unbelieveable.

Thanks so much you guys who have been emailing me. It's always nice because it makes me laugh. And that's something i need desperately. I'll probably be sending out a big group email on Wednesday -- tomorrow is a public holiday, so I won't be at work. :. no 'net for Sarah.

Three.