Oopsie.

Isn't it weird how sometimes work can always swamp you deep in the muck without you realizing it? Whoosh! Swoop! And two weeks are suddenly gone.

I've been working late, getting up early and just feeling terribly frustrated (I get angry when things repeatedly fuck up). But in the writing biz, it's always feast or famine. And when feast shows up, you don't stop eating the gloriousness because you've eaten just enough to cease feeling hungry.

You have to eat enough to get you through the next famine.

And for me, the famine starts next week. Or rather, the money-sucking event that's been occupying some of my very sparse free time -- I leave for Thailand and Cambodia for almost three weeks. ( I wish it was more -- there is soooooo freaking much to do, and I'm only hitting the tip!)

Sure, the trip isn't 100% planned. And I probably don't have enough money (thank god for credit, but I will be paying forever... and ever... and ever). But damn it -- it's going to interesting as hell.

I have my typhoid and hep A&B shots. I have malaria pills. I have emergency penicillin in case of sudden illness. I have mosquito repellent, sunscreen, flip flops and a brand new suitcase.

More importantly, I have a sense of pending adventure.

But I still feel like the trip is a long, long way off -- not next Thursday.

Weird.

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(Later)

Oh yeah. I never did find my bloody passport. Had to get a new one. It shoudl be ready the day before I leave. Thank god I don't bite my nails or tear at my hair. I'd be bald and nail-less by now.