it's not to say i'm not excited; i am. i started packing my suitcases today; or more importantly, unpacking my tubs from barnard. i cringe at the thought of trying to cram all of my clothes in my suitcases, but virgin atlantic allows two pieces of luggage, and i'm going to take advantage of that. my let's go guide to london has provided lots of information that will come in handy--where to go, what to eat. and i can't forget, of course, my peanut butter. the thought of a semester eating marmite-and-jelly sandwiches makes me queasy.
i suppose it doesn't help that mono's reappearing. very frustrating. just when i thought i was getting better, i'm exhausted all of the time and i have a sore throat. i'm very peeved by this...what do i do if i'm in london and sick? i guess just grin and bear it, at least the worst of it is over...or so the doctor says. well, eight days left to rest!
note: we just got back from the movies. i don't know if it's sacreligious to go to the movies on christmas eve, but lately we've been going to the movies on all the holidays. i don't really have any attachment to the holiday as a religious or familial holiday. anyway, there were about ten people in the theatre, and we saw the beatles' movie "hard day's night..." i hate to admit it, but i still can't tell any of the beatles apart, except paul mccartney. had i not been so tired (and had mom not eaten all my popcorn because she "liked the butter"), i might have stayed awake more during the movie. so i just enjoyed their liverpool accents. :)
