Monday. Again.

You know, there's always a Monday. Or at least until somebody gets around to nuking mankind into the stone age again, there's always a Monday. I'm okay with it, though... although I did sleep in this morning (I was late for work by about 2 hours... but then again, so were a lot of other people!). Ah well... whatever.

Italy won. Yay us!

I leave for Nova Scotia the day after tomorrow... can't say I'm looking forward to it, but it'll be nice to be out of the apartment... I'm going to bring my sketch book and my DS, see if I can't get some drawing done. I hope nothing bad happens on the plane... I have a gut feeling that something will, but that's just nerves. I normally don't mind flying (I don't like landings, but I love take-offs)... whatever. I'm wondering if I should write "Just in case... goodbye!" e-mails to everyone tomorrow. Hmm. I'll have to think about that... especially since it would mean figuring out what to say to everyone.

Ha. "Everyone"... I make it sound like hundreds. More like... ten. Maybe. Probably closer to five. Ah well. Quality, not quantity.